Hurled back to writing

I’m glad that I’m now back to my normal posting pace after having been absent for two weeks. Unable to write anything substantial for more than 10 days meant dragging myself back to writing, which is even more difficult than starting from scratch. Of course, my blog suffered from dwindling readership which is less of a concern. Although the beautiful stat page of wordpress can be a good enough reason to write, the number of clicks I get and the corresponding rise and fall of the points on the graph are not really my objects, they did help a lot in telling me that I have, at least, readers. Though I know that less than ten per cent of the actual clicks I get in a day are from people who really read my posts.

But what I had to contend more with for the past weeks of not writing were those non-lucid moments that did not help in unclogging my mind of unexpressed thoughts. Being deprived of catharsis, I felt less intelligent more than insane.  But insane still.

A friend of mine, after reading my article that got published in the Philippine Daily Inquirer’s Younglood told me that we are living in a confessional age. I retorted that it’s more like an age of shameless self-promotion.

However we call it, we admit that we enjoy reading about other people’s lives, and people love to let other people know what’s happening inside their rooms, their minds. Controversies are not anymore the monopoly of celebrities. Anyone can tell the world the scandal he is involved in and become a celebrity in no time. We detest Kris Aquino for her endless talks about her private life, but we enjoy the thought of being in her position. We abhor Ricky Martin for his lack of a sense of propriety by telling the universe of his sexual preference, but we toy with the thought of one day dropping a bombshell about ourselves we hope will send tremor, albeit hardly-felt ones, but tremors nonetheless.

8 thoughts on “Hurled back to writing”

  1. The French salon and English pub-themed writing and writers’ tete-a-tete runs May 1-5 at Prima City, Dumangas, Iloilo.

    Prima City is a three-story commercial building with an indoor pool that’s owned by transgressive Ilonggo writer, Peter Solis Nery. Nery will fly home from Los Angeles, California to host the event.

    This is not your run-of-the-mill workshop where participants’ works are discussed by a pontificating panel. We reverse the process: When you come to the workshop you come with your own writing method. You talk about how this method works in your own writing experience. For proof, you site your pieces (poetry, essay, play, blog, art work, etc) as examples. We react to your pieces using our own writing process so we learn from each another. We don’t believe nor subscribe to any school of writing.

    We have invited two English language specialists to take up issues on usage: Randolph Graydon, from Baltimore, USA, and Brian Daly, a British- Canadian. Their job is to react to how you work with the English language and offer points for improvement. If you write in Hiligaynon, Kinaray-a and Filipino, we have other invited writers to help you with that: Mel Turao, Alex de los Santos, Felino S. Garcia, Roger Rueda, among others.

    Prospect attendees are college students, fresh graduates, young professionals, bloggers, musicians, artists, book worms, nerds, mad scientists, couch potatoes, movie junkies, journalists and English/literature teachers, who want to have a hands-on experience with how writing is produced by writers themselves. The discussions aren’t strictly academic as there are readings and performances in between sessions. Wine, beer and cocktails will be served.

    How to join

    Send your softcopy originals as MS Word attachment (poetry, essay/blog entry, short story, play and a combination of these) in Arial 14, double space to Please include a 4-paragraph bio.

    We accept applications and manuscripts until 12 midnight of 27 April.

    Works will be pre-screened. Discounts will be given to applicants whose works show TALENT and ORIGINALITY OF VISION, if not STIR CONTROVERSY.

    Admission fee is PhP 600 for students and PhP 1000 for fresh graduates and professionals. Your fee covers drinks, food and reading materials.

    For more details, email Mel at; or follow baconbriefs on Twitter

  2. jeques,

    great to know you’re back in chicago. i suppose it’s cooler there. summer here is a killer, literally and figuratively.

    in the end, we all write for ourselves. writers, i forgot to add, are selfish. their readers are incidental. writing is narcissistic. we all enjoy reading what we have written inasmuch as we enjoy staring at or reflections in the mirror. this i think is the reason we write: reading our thoughts.

  3. John,

    Congratulations on your article published in youngblood section of the PDI. I hope I could read the article. I wish I was writing already when I was your age, but during those time, I was just a reader. I used to read youngblood a lot during my late 20’s, but I didn’t got the courage to share my writing until I was almost 30. I still even have the youngblood clips I bound to scrapbook at home and now passed over my nephews and nieces to read. The first time I joined a writing competition was with swatch watch, and my little poem, “The Seed” was published in the 2bU section of PDI. That started it all, but it took me another 7 years to get the courage to join a contest again, the second time was with Philippine Star. Here are the links to my writing story:

    I always admire people who write, and I envy young writers like you that started early. I went through a lot before writing hit my head hard to convince me I have the gift.

    We often ask why we have to write to the point of becoming too honest and our works becoming self-confessional, exposing our very souls to readers(some to unwanted readers that may missjudge us). I think we owe that to our gift and its giver. We report about what we feel, we observe, life in general, and we put the self in the midst of everything for that is how all these things affect us, from our angle of the world. We give favor to the majority who don’t write but hopefully read, and in a hundred that read our works at least 10 or even one could connect to our thoughts and perhaps say, “I felt that, too.”

    That is how we triumph, that is the simple reward we get as writers, but more than that, isn’t it that writing our thoughts and laying them on pages is enough accomplishment for we are like travelers and our written pieces are the trails we left behind so we would always find our way home and makes us unfraid to move forward.

    I learned to embrace life more when I started writing regularly, it is true what they said, writing right things. It does.

    I’m back to chicago.

    I wish you well.

    ~ Jeques

  4. i got this image from somebody else’s blog who especially made this picture from that quote he got from my article published in the philippine daily inquirer.

    yes, one can be sensitive but not frail.

    i’m glad you’re back.

  5. im sensitive but i’d like to believe that i’m not frail though i’m not a writer..not that your asking.

    i like what you did in this particular post,the one with mantra/tag line not sure what you writers call that..but it’s interesting esp.with the shirt hanging.

    i’d like to be in kris aquino’s position,–buying Louis Vitton bags just like that– what could be better than that!

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