Uncategorized

so when.

Today was a truly strange day. Or perhaps not strange, but rather, I’m still trying to wrap my head around it. It was a day that started with an odd google search: “What does a hand look like after it’s broken?” I had this concept for a while: the image of a daughter cradling a

Sometime ago in December, I made the brillliiiiaannnt decision to finish the vignette collection by the end of 2022. At the time, it felt doable, but of course life comes up. Some days you just cannot bring yourself to write, and that’s okay. However, am I readjusting my goal post? Of course not. Because this

I loved writing this piece. It’s a different voice than what I usually go over. The narrator Gina is funny and dry, with a thin facade of keeping it together. I’m usually used to writing in a very ‘put together’ way that is lyrical and I guess lately, I’ve been feeling a bit tired of

I’m approaching the end of my vignette collection. It feels very strange to be saying this and a part of me doesn’t believe it. I’m not too good at shouting out my excitement with my friends and family. I don’t think I’m good at shouting it to myself. I’m partially prone to thinking that project

I’ve been having trouble with this one story in my vignette collection. So far it’s titled ‘Barrio Chases’ and I’m afraid it’s boring as all hell. I don’t know if it’s just today (where today just feels boring), or if it’s a boring story in itself. I’m afraid that it’s the latter, because I’m somewhat

I wrote most of this vignette in one afternoon, listening on repeat to Hotline Bling, but specifically the cover by Billie Eilish. Obviously, the first line is reminiscent of the song’s lyrics, but there’s something about Billie’s version that is haunting, yet hopeful. The melody feels like somebody wandering under a blanket of stars. In

I keep a running log of random lines I’ve thought of in the Notes app on my phone. Just odd bits or thoughts I have, usually before I go to sleep or whenever the inspiration strikes. I’m usually not one to bring a notebook wherever I go (a cardinal sin for most writers). The vignette

I don’t write everyday. This used to be something that I was insecure about as a writer, because it’s the common adage of every great author: write daily. However, I don’t believe that anymore. I do believe in writing frequently, but sometimes the daily writing process just doesn’t happen and this is why. See, I

I wasn’t meant to write today, but I woke up before 7 AM, already thinking about writing and reading. Maybe I should stop watching writertoks and booktoks before I go to bed. It is after all important to keep a good sleep hygiene. Nonetheless, I felt more or less inspired to get the day started