I've always struggled when it comes to writing stories. Lagi akong nabablangko. Two-five-ten chapters and then I'm done. Wala na, tinatamad na ulit ako. So babalikan ko sya syempre, babasahin ko to get an inspiration on what to do next. Baka pwede pa isalba. But nothing, hindi ko natatapos. And then I realized today while creating a new one na, ah oo nga no? Kaya siguro. Kaya siguro tinatamad akong matapos ang isang kwento kasi ako mismo na author nabobored sa kwento. But then reality also hit me na, "girl, Ayan ang tunay na buhay. Everything is a cycle, walang bago. May occasion, yes, but then everything will return and go back to how it should be." All this time, I thought hindi ako marunong magsulat, hindi kaya gumawa ng kwento. Ayon pala, realidad na mismo ang nakwekwento ko. But the thing is, fiction books were made to escape, not to let reality hit you. It's a forum where you are free, where you should be free. Because imagination is the limit. It helps people to have hope, even with a little magic, that everyone can find their prince charming. That everyone can get and be whatever they want, and that someday everyone will have a happily ever after of their own.
That's all for today.
-mae.
