Tuesday, May 31, 2005
A Quote From My Favorite Author
"First and foremost, believe in yourself. Believe in your own vision. Believe in your own style. Learn from everybody. Choose your mentors where ever you want. Imitate no one. Remember being a writer takes nerve. It takes guts. it takes faith. There are no real rules for writers. Even what I am telling you here can be totally disregarded..."
A quote from one of my favorite authors: Anne Rice.
I haven't been writing my novel for more than a couple of months, I just can't seem to find the time or the mood to write, and I hate it that my thoughts are being consumed with work. Even though, this was the kind of work I was vying for back in college, because this was my forte.
Encouraging words can only do so much. It’s up to one to achieve what his wants are.
Believe in yourself... That I do... with the experience and knowledge I’ve garnered in the decade I stayed in the Philippines I’ve learned to believe in my abilities and my capabilities. Know your limit in order for one to exceed it.
Believe in your vision... with the book I’m writing, I know what the gist of it should be, as my philosophies in life are clearly seen and by default, my fickle mindedness. I’ll remedy that soon enough.
Believe in your own style... that I believe I do. A melding of influences and my background in poetry, coupled with my habits. I have developed my own style of writing. Everyone has his or her own style with whatever medium. I learned that while playing a hobby I enjoyed. To play and win with my own style regardless...
Learn from everybody. this is where my being open minded comes in. I’m glad my friends have been fairly honest with my faults, especially with my older bro pointing out my faults. Without them telling me so, I wouldn't have changed to better myself. And with that, I am truly grateful.
Choose your mentors where ever you want... Speaks for itself actually. I want to point out my influences in writing though; Anne Rice, Nicholas Sparks, and Paulo Coelho. They retain my sanity, a source of comfort in my exile.
Imitate no one. How can one attain pride in one's masterpiece if it is merely a copy? They say imitation is the highest form of flattery. Bull crap. I don't believe in it. If you want to be great, do so with one's own hands.
The greater the risk: the greater the reward or the fall.
Passion is important. Have tenacity and determination to fulfill one's dreams... take the steps... there are no elevators to success.
posted by vinz @ 2:05 AM
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Wednesday, May 18, 2005
Hell Bent Thoughts
for the past week, i've been thinking about what to do with my current situation living in this country, i miss my freedom and the simple pleasures that i do back in the phils. all that is gone now and i can't bring back the past nor should i wallow in it any longer.
and so, i've decided to take measures. i might leave this country soon, real soon and move to another country, it's a big risk, but i am willing to take it. however, recent events have transpired sealing me to stay here for at least the next eight months. my company really does value me *snicker*. for the past 3 months of working here i've been playing the recent-grad-i-don't-know-anything-guide-me-through-this role, hey, it works, they see me as this kid who just does what he is told *evil grin* i can be very manipulative when i want to, tsk tsk... subterfuge really is my means to politics. it's a good thing people here do understand the meaning of "don't kill the messenger" *snicker*... i was thinking of moving to another company but, with what happened yesterday, i think it won't be possible any longer. this company really does value me, now that i've gotten used to how things are run here *snicker* oh, i think i've said that already *evil laugh*
for now, i think of concentrating in my career, and opt that with the experience i have gained here, i am able to move on to greener pastures... in a few months i will be handling more work load that lets me see how the company works all the more. i can now actually start my own isp company back in the phils if i had the capital. and with the training i garnered and the talks baby carlo and i used to do, i doubt we won't have any problems regarding marketing the company. i do know how to use people's abilities and i can be a scary judge of talent (yeh.. al pacino fan here... my entry.. my say...)
two more weeks 'til salary.. i want an ipod..i need music to ease my stay here. so, that's definitely on my list to buy this coming pay day. i'm also going to start saving cash. i might be leaving soon, so i need to save for future expenses. i can't wait to live with my bro though, hope they'll be successful really soon.. i want to travel with him if ever they go on a nation wide tour... that'll definitely be the highlight of my year. i haven't seen big bro in over three years. i hope i can find a great job (take note, not decent but great) when and if i live with him. hopefully i get my novel published too, which reminds me to read about that certain book in writing this weekend.
i visited a website and this famous novelist said that professional writers write about 20,000 words per day, that's a lot and it takes them 5-8 hours to finish, so far.. i've been writing 10,000 words per day, it takes me 2 and a half hours. of course that excludes the articles i'm posting here. *snicker*
i've been delving on different writing styles lately, as to some of you who regularly read my posts will notice. this article is in another different style. i have to listen to music in order for me to write, the mood of the music is as well the mood of the article, and if i reread the article i wrote with that mood being felt, i feel i have accomplished something.
i can listen to one single track for hours.. although often, i still don't know every words to the lyrics. the tune... there's something about the tune of the music that i choose to play over and over again that soothes me. one of the reasons i can stand to listen to only piano, guitar or what have you musical instruments for hours. although jazz music often makes me sleepy, there are exceptions of course however, most of the time it makes me drowsy.
a friend of mine is here, she is a flight attendant, my parents and i are meeting up with her. if only i could go out on my own, too bad i can't, the culture here is strict, there are a lot of restraints in this country and as i said previously, i miss my freedom. 'till here peeps.. thanks to everyone who constantly reads my posts.. y'all know who you are, my deepest gratitude to all of you. i hope you'll buy my book when it's finished or when it gets published.. (i intend to print the book regardless and have people buy them on my site.. *winks*)
posted by vinz @ 1:04 PM
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Tuesday, May 17, 2005
Melancholy Afternoon
it has been more than four months since he left. has he grown from then? a bit i suppose, his temper constantly being pushed to the limit, the stress and fatigue has come and caught him from time to time, and his health isn't what it used to be. there's a melancholy about him, his eyes tell that he seeks something missing in his life.
home... where is home? he feels he has bid farewell to the country in which he was raised. going back to the motherland doesn't appeal to him that much. he wants freedom and something to do that he enjoys.he knows he won't fulfill his aspirations in his motherland... it's good enough to vacation there from time to time. but for him to achieve what he wants in life? he feels he has a better chance finding it in another country.
eight more months he tells himself, just eight more months and you can try and move to another country. one has to create the choices if need be.
let him swallow his dream of love, chastity and defiance. he sets his mind into achieving the financial security that he desires. one must train the mind again to achieve these. a masteral degree in education is no longer a priviledge but a necessity to go on in this life.
he still has a hard time adjusting to living with his parents, its been six years since he was left alone to live by himself and his older brother. three years since his brother left for the States.
he misses the simple pleasures that he does. the restraints living in this country is getting to him... and his patience is lessened day by day by it. however, it would seem that he has just sealed his stay here for at least the next eight months.he still has a lot to learn from his current job... the experience he has garnered this past three months has provided him confidence and a desire to improve and learn more. but it doesn't mean that he loves what he does... writing is his passion, he realized that last year. 2004, a year of reflection and soul searching.the song "the day you said goodnight" by hale is played... and the music soothes his troubled soul for some reason.
"...Take me as you are, push me off the road, the sadness, I need this time to be with you I'm freezing in the sun; I'm burning in the rain The silence; I'm screaming, calling out your name..."
will he find that right person at the right moment? could the woman he recently confessed his affections be the one? the feelings he has for her is without a doubt sincere however, due to the circumstances it isn't likely to happen... will it? he can defy everything once he sets his mind into something but the question lies, is his feelings being reciprocated? he has laid his heart out hastily once again... and he's been inching on taking the necessary measures... the past is a reminder not something to wallow upon.
he takes a moment and prays to the almighty for strength, a sign to which path he should pursue... what does his heart tell him? what should he do? take the options that is in front of him and see from there.
his mind consoles him, she should learn to love you not with the material things that you present her, but of the thoughts and feelings that move her, ardent affections of chaste and humor.
posted by vinz @ 2:04 PM
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