The day was so exhausting.
The clock alarmed and so I got awakened. I suddenly stood up from a narrow sofa where I laid. I went to my desk where I faced my not so-many-unfinished businesses. Books, newspapers, pens and other writing materials inorganizedly filled my spacious room. I got my laptop and checked my blogs and websites out. As I expected, it was almost fully loaded with criticism about the issue of political scam I posted on Manila Bulletin. I got involved in various libel cases. Too many commentaries and defamatory words I have been collecting from the early days I started in this field. When all at once, I did reminisce myself, wayback in the years when I began all of these success in life. From being a typical media practitioner—striving to become a professional one—I’m still playing this so called life-and-death career I have chosen.
Suddenly, I once looked back to my numerous fruits of labor, and so came to realize that why I should be mad and depressed with these crucial feedbacks and even death threats I received from my friendly opponents. Who sometimes put golds on my table just to simply zip my mouth and pretend to be blind in their dirty political styles.
Well some might say how stupid I am with my crafts. Many think that I have to attend some journalistic seminars and I need to enroll in writing sessions in order to write effectively and grammatically. All of these weaknesses were heartedly admitted by me. I may not write as excellent as grammatical. But to convey readers credibly and fairly is to express my convictions magnificently. Still proud I am because I believe that all of my writings were written and published as such.
Keen observation, intellectual curiosity, learning cupboards of descriptive words and everyday idioms, finding features in everyday happenings, and skill to weave words into interesting sentences and paragraphs were my weapons that brought me into fame.
As what no wife of a writer knows that her husband is working when he stares at the window. “Writing is easy all you have to do is to stare at the blank sheet of paper until drops of blood form into your head”.
