Somehow it feels like the proper circumstances to get myself started never really happened. Everytime I picture myself writing away, it would always be on a wooden table by a window looking out over a street, a cup of coffee or tea at hand, and freshly showered with warm clothes on. There will also be an abundance of greens, every shade of it, outside.

The problem with this aggrandized scenario, however, is it doesn’t exist. The denuding atmosphere that closes in on me in every corner of this apartment has never welcomed the possibility for its happening. Despite my best efforts to replicate this tableau, particular details just won’t blend together and contribute to the awesomeness of what I have in mind.

The hardest thing about any task is getting started. Tonight, I managed to forge the first sentence for my creative non-fiction thesis more out of necessity than inspiration. It took me two hours to come up with the words and an hour after countless re-readings, it still comes across as a bit rusty. Why can’t I ever write like Chabon or Proust?

It’s quite weird how I was so much into blogging a couple of months back and a month later, the fuel for the fire kind of just ran out. It’s not about not wanting to write so much as running out of things to write about.

I tend to spend an hour writing a single sentence because I have to keep reading it aloud in my head hoping ten minutes later it’ll sound right. Obviously, it isn’t working to my advantage if it’s keeping me from writing. So starting with this entry, I’m gonna do a little bit of good ol’ freewriting with a little bit of censorship.

A college professor once told me that the only way to overcome writer’s block is obejctification. Turn it into a block of wood maybe, and write about it. Essentially, it’s about writing why you can’t.

I stopped writing a couple of times before and each time I come back, the homecoming post borders somewhere along the lines of why I stopped writing and my good intentions of returning. I guess she isn’t wrong about it after all.

Strangely enough, the tikbalang is gaining popularity and has managed to amass a fair share of international audience. One minute they’re living deep in the forests, next thing you know they’re rocking cyberspace.

Every country has its own version of Bigfoot. Some are terrifying, some are awesome, and some are just plain ridiculous. We’ve found the seven creatures that manage to be all three.

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