I always knew I’d come back to this. My digital safe space. I haven’t forgotten about this blog. Really. I’m a writer at heart but I knew that somehow I had to prioritize other things in my life and put this on hold. As they say, everything happens for a reason, a season or a lesson. I feel I had all three these past few years.
And yes, I’m well aware that it has been YEARS since I last updated my lil’ corner of the web. Too many things that had happened. BUT this is not about rehashing the past. It’s about looking into the future.
Not in a fortune-teller-read-your-palms kind of way.
I figured I need to exercise my literary muscles for a bit. I have my classes to thank for that. Yes, I’m a part-time university instructor now. Who would’ve thought? LOL
Anyway, after taking a pause teaching classes, I suddenly found myself with a lot of time. Time I unwisely spent on YouTube. Which led me to a rabbit hole. And then one day, Amy Tan’s documentary popped up. It was about how she wrote the Joy Luck Club and her experiences with her mother. Then suddenly the writing bug bit me once more.
It’s time.
I feel like I have too many stories sitting in a hidden folder of my computer, just gathering digital cobwebs. And I guess it felt like now’s the right time to dust it off and let the stories flow.
So what to expect from this blog? Stories, of course. I have yet to finish my novel (more on that in a future post). I have just gone through video lectures of Brandon Sanderson. Thank God for YouTube. I just miss the feeling of letting words flow through my already chaotic brain and then see them arrange themselves neatly on a page.
I’m not sure if other writers experience this. When I write, I just feel time slow down and I’m in the moment. There’s nothing else but the stories in my head and the sound of me fingers furiously typing. I need that. It feels cathartic and peaceful. If you also experience this, please feel free to drop a comment.
Ernest Hemingway (my fave author of all time) famously said, “There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.”
Morbid, I know. But I feel like I should just go for the jugular at this point.