Learn, Write, and Complete a Story (Part 2)

As I grew more familiar with the rich sources of knowledge and interesting tales through various books, novels, and even scripts from plays, I searched for more opportunities to explore and improve my own writing skills. But, there are a lot of times that I get stuck.

The Characters and the Plot

It may be a good start for any piece of writing by having some images of the main characters and getting an idea for the general flow of the story. This is how I usually begin my work. I meet new people who may have a resemblance to the people around me or to my own. Sometimes, it’s sad that I had to give my pain to them as I find ways to build them up again for far greater challenges which lead to wonderful memories as well as better understanding of others and themselves. But, what happens when I forget some of these characters along the way. Many have haunted me, others simply just quieted down to the deepest parts of my mind. Here, I lose the work I’ve started. I get stuck.

Writing, Typing Aimlessly

Habit is an important factor in making any piece of writing work. This is where I am still lacking. Yes, I accept the fact that I used to type every day. I have grown fond of that routine, but that was when I was a student.

When I stepped foot in the professional world, I lost track of the passion that I once had when I took up a writing major. I needed to earn, not only for myself but most importantly for my family. I had two younger siblings who were both in college when I graduated from the university. That particular phase in our family life taught me to let go of my personal wants first and reach out to the members who needed the most.

Still, I tried to sneak in some writing once in a while. I appreciated the wee hours in the morning when there was no noise going around, not the time yet to worry about office responsibilities, and distractions all over the place. However, even with this kind of system, I usually still get stuck and I can’t finish any piece properly. *Properly in the sense that I know the story is done, my characters have had their moments, and I have said what I truly wanted to say.

Now, I have to set time for my passion again even though I know that I am starting to be busier than ever because I have to take care of 100+ kids. 😉

Refresh Sundays

As I find a way back to writing regularly in this blog, I have this Sunday topic that I wish to complete maybe twice a month. I am going to post about my travel experiences as well as some possible stories that I plan on writing soon. So, here’s to more adventures and stories to share!

Refresh Sundays

On Writing (4): Am I losing my drive for writing or it’s mere procrastination?

There are numerous opportunities for me to start bringing life to the unimaginable stories out of my head. But most of the time I slack off instead. After this, I only get frustrated at the end of the day because of wasted hours.

Frustrations
Writing has always been one of my toughest frustrations (next to singing). I’m aware of how random I could be throughout the day, so I’ve got to make use of my productive “break.” However, actual writing tends to come rarely these days. 😥 This is due to my lack of a fixed writing habit. I try to be consistent with my schedule, but distractions meet me which I embrace so openly.

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Hapunan

Pumipintig ang sintido ng babaeng nakaupo sa may pasilyo
Bitbit ang kakapiranggot na kita mula sa buong maghapon
Tinatapik-tapik lamang ang ulo,
Nagbabakasakaling mawala ang kirot
Inuulit ang dasal na kinabisado simula pa noon

Aba, Ginoong Maria napupuno ka ng grasya

Sa iilang barya pa, mapupuno na ang kanyang bulsa
Makauuwi na’t makapaghahain ng hapunan
Malugod na pagsasaluhan ng dalawang pamilya
Sa babaeng nakaupo at sa panganay niyang binatilyo

Sa tulong ng patuloy na pamamalimos
Ng inang iniwan ang lahat sa kahapon
Matapang na hinaharap ang takbo ng panahon
Mag-aantanda ng krus, sisimulan ang pagpapasalamat

Ang Panginoon ay sumasaiyo

Isang buong araw na naman ang natapos
Nairaos kahit papaano ang anim na musmos at ang magsing-irog

Bukod kang pinagpala sa babaeng lahat

Pumipintig ang sintido ng babaeng nakaupo sa may pasilyo
Bitbit ang kakapiranggot na kita mula sa buong maghapon

At pinagpala naman
Ang ‘yong anak na si Hesus


Santa Maria, Ina ng Diyos
Ipanalangin mo kaming makasalanan
Ngayon at kung kami’y mamamatay
Amen

10 Thought Provoking Quotes from My Favorite Authors

Reading has many different levels of importance for me. There are times that it serves as a sanctuary from the tiring day or a companion on sleepless nights. Even, at some point, a mentor on dealing with life.

No matter where it takes me, there are parts of each book or each story that leaves a greater impact. Here are 10 of the most unforgettable quotes I came upon from four of my favorite authors:

  • Gabriel Garcia Marquez

One of my most favorite writers of all time. There are a lot of instances when I get confused as I try to reflect on his words. But, in time, as I get more involved in the whole story, I finally understand.

The problem with marriage is that it ends every night after making love, and it must be rebuilt every morning before breakfast. –Love in the Time of Cholera

Many of the quotes that struck me are related to love. Gabriel Garcia Marquez’s expression of various characters’ understanding of love is deep and at times contradicting to my own ideas. However, with all those multiple layers of personalities did I appreciate Marquez’s writing more.

He dug so deeply into her sentiments that in search of interest he found love, because by trying to make her love him, he ended up falling in love with her. –One Hundred Years of Solitude

One Hundred Years of Solitude was the first book I read from this writer. It took me by surprise, but it opened a great door for more wonderful writing.

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A Moment to Remember

How does it feel to be left alone in an unknown place where everyone seems to know each other…

While YOU…

stand in the corner…

silent,

    scared,

           sad,

and still

NOBODY seems to notice

because

everyone’s enjoying

their time with a total STRANGER…

Make sense?

I don’t think so.

Or 

maybe I DO.

And what happens to that person who invited you to such event?

He/She seemed to just be an illusion…

Papel: Bagong Kabanata

Nais mang balikan at muling basahin
Tanging sa bakas ng natuyong luha makikita
Ang dahan-dahang binurang mga nabuong talata
Ang kuwento ng aking buhay na isinulat ng tadhana

Kaya magsisimula na lamang muli
Sa isang piraso ng papel
Maputi’t walang laman
Nais kong punuin ngunit walang maisulat
Patak na lamang ng luha ang maglalahad
Ng bawat kabanatang sinimulan at patuloy na binabagtas

Upang mabuo ang aking pagkatao
Kukunin mula sa pira-piraso
Sapagkat dito na lamang may makikinig
Ang mga papel na magsisilbing tagapakinig

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Drop of Life, One by One

The rain keeps falling on the roof. My head’s hurting from its constant tap, tap, tap. I haven’t heard any other sounds since two days ago. Now, I’m longing for the breeze and even the shout of my neighbor. Why does it have to be raindrops?

Out of all the sounds in the world, why this sad, far away memories lingering to me?

I know that I yell at people sometimes. Making too much noise, but it’s just right for certain events. I never thought that I’ll miss all of those today.

The echoing tap, tap, tap…

Boring at times

Lonely for the rest.

Even with great effort to sleep, the raindrops keep me awake, feeling that longing. Crawling farther away, closer to the dark, solitary light.

Walking across the street, waiting for the light to turn green. I know I’m safe because of that blinking light of a peaceful remedy. My right foot leads the way with the left to follow. Slowly, but never so sure.

Tap, tap, tap
Still hitting the notes in my head

Screeching sounds take them to the end.

Poem 04: Puzzle, Life

I never really liked puzzles
I’m not sure why

They twist and turn across my head
Lying, deceiving, trying to escape
My eyes would hurt while my hands tremble
Finding the answers to all the questions

“It will work. It sharpens the mind”
These were people’s lines
Whenever I refuse to start a move

“Games, they are all just games”
My favorite response to them all

Perfect sounding words don’t falter easily
But my peers would see through them quickly
Useless creative, poetic tactic aligns
For words are all like puzzles at the end

But they don’t come like they used to so well

Patience, logic, confusion, lingering
Finding answers to my troubled mind

Bothered by the letters and numbers
Even words fly across the clear blue sky
Firing squads ready to make the call

None would try to understand
My confusion, desires, and faults will remain untold

Shots are fired

No more moves,
No more puzzles to solve