August 20, 2013
I’ve been scribbling in my notebook for the past few days, trying to come up with some plot bunnies that would let me get on with my (creative) writing. For the first time in years, I’m pretty determined to write (stories, especially) for myself. Call it a Birthday Resolution, if you will. Of course, I still have this blog to maintain and I do, in fact, intend to maintain.
Let me just first reflect on the deluge that is happening outside. It’s been raining since last weekend. It started on a Saturday because I remember being stranded at the vet with Le Gremlins in tow for five freaking hours before I braved the flood that surrounded the animal hospital. Even if I count myself very fortunate that I live on a concrete hill just above the flood-prone areas, and we – dogs included – have electricity, food, Internet and whatnots, I acknowledge the inconvenience and grief this disaster has caused most people.
Readers – if I have any – I hope you’re safe, warm and cozy in your homes, but let’s be sensitive to those who are in need during these trying times.
Okay, time for something a bit less sad: I was a Rockstar for a night.