I'm learning that writing has its own seasons, and every writer moves at their own pace. Some days the words arrive like rain, flowing easily, and some days the page stays quiet like an unwritten field.
I stoped forcing mystery to write; and it feels good not pushing scenes out of my brain or pressuring myself with my own self-claimed schedule. Stories breathe too.
Matatapos kung kailan mataapos, magsusulat kung kailan tama. For now, I'll trust the process, be patient with the silence, and most of all, be kind to myself.
Wala akong kalangan patunayan. I write because the stories live quietly inside me, and one day they will ask to be told.
(please be patient with me archx! mwhehehe loves lot, janel)
