What I miss most about writing is the time when stories were simply read because someone wanted to read them. I still remember the first time I posted a story online. Sobrang saya na noon makita na may unang reader na. Then it became 2, 3, 4… hanggang sa may nag-comment ng, “Author, next update please!”
Back then, people didn’t care much about numbers or whether the author was well-known. They simply gave stories a chance, shared their thoughts. It was never just about the reads, but the connection between writers and readers.
That’s also one of my biggest what ifs in writing. Sana pala mas sinipagan ko ang pagsusulat noon.
But then adulthood hit. Responsibilities grew, life became busier, and I slowly lost track. Stories were left unfinished, drafts piled up, and my Notes app filled with lines, scenes, and ideas that never became complete stories.
That’s when I thought, maybe I should start proofreading and editing my old stories. Maybe this is my way of finding my way back. I may not be as active as before, but at least I get to write again.
Maybe some stories were simply waiting for the right time to be written.
Sa lahat ng naglalaan ng oras para basahin ang stories ko, thank you for giving them a chance despite their imperfections. It means the world to me.
