It’s honestly perplexing why I created this blog:
Creative Sheet, since I am already managing a blender-type of blog:
Edgewire. Please understand, or at least try to extract sense, in what I’m trying to point out. I am feebly typing on the keyboard here. And I further attempt to articulate a self verbal debacle, this ‘foreword-genesis’ is every bit difficult because my own reasoning is waging an internal battle, obviously a losing one, not to push through with the idea.
Appetizing
I bashfully reply when I’m asked what my dream is—to write a novel. I can still hear my words echoing when an empty, just-add-a-cricket-sound situation receives that answer. Stinging everytime, it is reiterated, accidentally at most, being a writer in the Philippines with my current economic strata is plainly schizophrenic.
I get a pat on the back, not much of an encouragement, and I do comprehend undesirable consequences and end-results if I bluntly trek such path. It is probably this knowledge that hinders me from breaking loose; get a job and enroll in a creative writing class as a working student. A daring idea, but not a bit practical.
You see, I’m a registered nurse. Not practicing, yet, like the rest of the new nurses here in the Philippines. But practicing nursing will hopefully open up my world to ludicrous job offers, which would help me maintain an acceptable level in the social scheme. It’s a road I am bound to trudge while I keep my book-writing urges dormant.
When life gives you lemons
So I have my lemons, and here I am trying to make lemon juice. I just have to teach myself the rudiments of creative writing. I am not a good writer, moreover a good fiction writer. If you weigh my writing on a scale, the arrow will probably point to ‘Readable’, which is far better than ‘Suicidal’ or worse ‘Neanderthal’. This is of course contestable; it is subjective, so contend by all means. Yet I need to maintain confidence that an audience, from whatever cluster, is bound to like what I chuck out. Without a decent amount of confidence, I won’t be able to write at all.
Bringing me back to my initial target, creative writing books are available on the most glorious treasure chest on the planet—bookshelves. And I need those authors, dexterous in writing, to teach me.
So here are a few books I’ve come across:
- I know, I know..it is quite contrasting with what I initially said. But Fact is stranger than fiction. Perhaps the knowledge of fiction, its propensities, immensities and extent, parallels and increases proximity with fact causes the disturbance in our belief—disbelief.
- I started reading this book while I was still in the FEU Advocate, the official student publication of Far Eastern University, and applied a lot of Hidalgo’s teachings into feature writing. It helped me a lot.
- Very simple and straightforward. Exactly what I need since I’m hopefully, busy, after two months with nurse-work, then this book would be like my day’s drink of fresh juice after a predictably stressful work day. Haven’t started reading it yet, just a quick random flipping of pages, I believe it will strike a balance between ease and challenge.
Of course I do not intend to divulge the contents of these books, but I am going to write something about my experience within its pages, experiences worth posting, or not—just random thoughts, or by-products of the creative process that these books trigger.
Why Creative Sheet?
It’s supposed to be Creative ‘Shit’ or Crap but since those domains are already taken (I have nothing against the owners of those sites, don’t get me wrong), I had to come up with something and tada! Creative Sheet is free for the taking!
I intend to post whatever literary products I come up with here. I initially suffered an atrocious procrastinating behavior on this project because my original Edgewire blog can also contain poetry and short stories (creative shit) since its contents are not specific, but I cannot fully explain, as I do not fully understand, why I wanted to create an alternate blog. However, some works will be concurrently posted on Edgewire as well, especially if I have no updates on it.
Photos I’ve taken will also flood this blog. Photography is one of my hobbies. More like something I pick up when I feel like it, very unlike the photographers whose passion or drive exudes from their shots—heck I don’t even think I have the passion for photography, I just enjoy it—that’s all I need to know, I think. In any case, I'll probably uploading most of them here:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/novicity/ while others will be concurrently posted on this blog as well.
Well anyway, here goes nothing. And so I sort of welcome, whoever you are who misfortunately trespasses on this blog. Its contents may burn your eyes with strenuous atrocity, while some, probably very few, may elate your mood or reflect a portion of your life. Posts will be incompetently filtered so feel free to throw your stones in the most humanistic, helpful way possible. So yeah, this is my creative sheet (shit).
