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It was the 9th day of April 2003.
I told myself: I WILL NEVER WRITE AGAIN! This is revenge in writing. Journalistically or creatively, the pen failed to have me read the medium that will satisfy my hunger for free flowing words and ideas. It is an expression of my wrath to the person who taught me how to write. Or better I say to the person who pushed me to write. Because it reminds me what she told me when I won in the Philip Umanos Search, WRITERS ARE BORN NOT MADE. So she, she do not made me, she just motivated me. And if ever she never did, I still can, maybe to a better motivator, a better mentor.
But after ____ days I realized, there is so much to write. And that I will always go back to my one and only passion – WRITING. Today I will start sharing my prowess for the readers who deserve my pieces. This is a commencement of a writing chronicle reborn. Is this the end of my revenge? I still don’t know. As I live with my blog’s life, you will know.
I used to say I do not have the time to write my thoughts, until my thoughts made the time for me to write. I used to believe that writing is just a waste of my precious time. I ate my words. So I am back. I will write. I am a writer.
Today, is the 11th day of January 2008.
It was the 9th day of April 2003.
I told myself: I WILL NEVER WRITE AGAIN! This is revenge in writing. Journalistically or creatively, the pen failed to have me read the medium that will satisfy my hunger for free flowing words and ideas. It is an expression of my wrath to the person who taught me how to write. Or better I say to the person who pushed me to write. Because it reminds me what she told me when I won in the Philip Umanos Search, WRITERS ARE BORN NOT MADE. So she, she do not made me, she just motivated me. And if ever she never did, I still can, maybe to a better motivator, a better mentor.
But after ____ days I realized, there is so much to write. And that I will always go back to my one and only passion – WRITING. Today I will start sharing my prowess for the readers who deserve my pieces. This is a commencement of a writing chronicle reborn. Is this the end of my revenge? I still don’t know. As I live with my blog’s life, you will know.
I used to say I do not have the time to write my thoughts, until my thoughts made the time for me to write. I used to believe that writing is just a waste of my precious time. I ate my words. So I am back. I will write. I am a writer.
Today, is the 11th day of January 2008.
