Saturday, April 23, 2005
sur l'ecriture
resuscitating the blog that long-ago was forgotten.
two weeks and counting. neglected missives in the trunk of my existence. an exhibitionist who, finally learned how to put his clothes back on...
...until now. stretched my fingers again. a plunk at the keyboard that extended a considerable mileage.
hehe. can't believe it meself. i'm writing. found the muse that evaded me for months. a clay pigeon brought down by an incessant excursion to the trapshoot.
haha! success,
ika nga.
started on a script that Mark had asked me to write. nope. it wasn't a favor or something. not coerced, though. let's just say it was a voluntary thing. more of a purging a personal demon.
a slaughter of the curious kitten.
however, stalled on the sixth page. struggling. squeezing. dreaming.
fishing for the impeccable resolution.
pucha.
Sunday, April 03, 2005
God-shaped hole
what will become of the faithful?
probably a question that itched my skull after i heard that Pope John Paul II died yesterday.
it's a tragic thing to ruminate. twenty-six years of making a difference in the catholic church.
something will be missing.
Friday, April 01, 2005
running on empty
i'm back on track. somehow.
currently trying to work on a short story sparked by an idea mark incidentally spilled over.
actually, he didn't give me such concept on purpose, rather, like a short-circuited plug that emitted sufficient power to light a worn-out bulb.
but i have yet to find the muses....