Saturday, October 20, 2012
Manuscript, Third Submission
This is my third time to submit a manuscript. Wish me luck. I hope I get it this time!
Sunday, October 14, 2012
Untitled
I've finished another manuscript. This time, I am not too excited to submit it anymore. I am planning to spend more time in the 'editing part', perhaps longer than what I've spent in my previous ms. Stayed away from this recently finished ms for like a week, so I guess I am ready to face it and read it as if I wasn't the one who wrote it.
My plan is to submit it next week... Then, cross my fingers that things will turn out better this time. I really don't know if I am really meant to be a romance writer. Sometimes I doubt myself, yes I really do. Even if I am at times very vocal about how I go through my stories I still wonder why. Why do I wake up early in the morning finding myself itching to scribble something in my notebook? Why do I have to stop by the nearest food court or find a decent place to sit down and write words cluttering my thoughts? Why do I have this crazy imagination? I even have a feeling that I am weird and I don't belong with the workforce I am included in.
Just a thought. I guess I have to talk less about my dream and keep most of the details to myself. I feel kinda hurt seeing the blank expression on the faces of the people I am talking to. Looking at me like I am talking about 'the impossible'. Is getting published (in my case) impossible? Maybe I am just pressuring myself too much about getting published. For now, I just have to keep on dreaming, WRITING and praying that wishes still do come true.
Thursday, October 11, 2012
Untitled
Today is one of those days when I just want to turn to my quiet self. That
suddenly occurs to me in certain occasions when I don’t want to hear too much noise. Noise. Yes, noise; that’s what people
around me create when they talk almost at the same time. I don’t know why there
are people who want to always be heard like they’re from some group of
geniuses or something.
I have come to this realization that I might be sending the wrong
message. These people talk about me in several instances and sort of describe me
as some simple-minded, no ambition and totally weak human being. They call my
name in a pathetic way like they’re calling the attention of a three year-old
kid. If I were a book, I won’t be easy to read. So, why are those ‘geniuses’ out there assuming that they
know me that well?
People don’t win friends by waking up in the morning and offering a
sachet of instant coffee. That could be a start. Kind gestures can be a start
of friendship that can last a lifetime. In the contrary, to expect too much
from someone is not a wise decision. That’s a lesson I learned from being observant
by how people around me talk and act. Too bad I adapted the habit of imitating and
making fun of another person’s mannerism. Yes, I admit I can be really cruel
when I make fun of someone behind his back. But I can be the sweetest thing
next to cotton candy.
Contentment is earned in time. It’s funny how some try to break my ‘I’m
satisfied wall’ bombarding me with endless lectures of the ‘technical stuff’
even when it’s not necessary to discuss it. It’s obvious to me how these guys just
want to show off. They’re pathetic insecure creatures without a life of their
own. Life. I’m tempted to say: Back off I’m living my life.
Monday, August 27, 2012
Keep on Writing
That's what I am holding on to right now -- I have to keep on writing. I have submitted a manuscript two weeks ago and was informed thru email that it is not yet good for publishing. Many parts of my work have to be changed. The problem mainly has something to do with the plot and the conflict of the story....too common as per the editor. I made a mental note that the status of my manuscript is "for overhaul" funny I know.
Nobody said that there is an easy way to be a writer, the world should have been full of writers by now. I have read a few stories about successful romance writers. Their journey was not easy, many of their novels have been rejected by different publications before they become published writers. One thing was common from what I have read about them -- They never gave up. They just kept on writing until they got to where they wanted to be. Dreams are made to motivate us and lead us to a specific direction.
After two unsuccessful submissions, I don't know why there is a part of me that doesn't want to let go of the dream to be a romance writer. I imagine scenes and dialogues I have to put into words. I should be content with my current job. At my age, I should be looking into a head start in my career but my entire being is shouting NO. I should be satisfied with what we normally talk about in the workplace but it gives me a feeling that "I'm trapped." Weaving stories gives me happiness no one I bump into everyday can fully understand. Call me weird, call my mind cluttered but for now all I know is...I have to keep on writing.
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