Five lessons you can get from reading memoirs

You are probably aware of memoir's dark reputation in literature. For a long time--stretching to today--the mind of some readers and non-readers has been tainted by stereotypical beliefs such as: "Memoirs are written by narcissists.""Memoirs tell really sad, ugly, traumatizing stories.""There are obscene and illegal truths exposed in memoirs."Although the ditto beliefs may be true... Continue Reading →

Five ways to write good stuff even in bad days

It feels like an impossible task to write good stuff when you're mad, sad, or tomorrow's concerns eat you away. "No good fruit comes out of a bad tree," the Big Book says. Sometimes, you force the words out of you, not minding if you're being hypocrite at the moment. "They won't notice it, anyway,"... Continue Reading →

Drawn to freedom

It's easy to define freedom when you're confined to the same four walls for more than a month. You think of freedom, and you think of opening the cage's door and soaring in the sky. You think of freedom, and you think of not being hindered to do what you want. Being free is easily... Continue Reading →

The joy of creating

This has been my routine when entering a bookstore: I walk straight to the Biography section, linger there for less than an hour or two. I then amble along the Fiction Section and allow myself to be awed by Stephen King, Agatha Christie, John Grisham and more authors whose books occupy big spaces in the... Continue Reading →

Remember, never look down

March 7, dawn. News about an NCOV-infected Deloitte employee in BGC came online. My morning and afternoon small group discussions were cancelled. Weeks back, Ate Fel booked us tickets for a theatre play called Joseph the Dreamer, and we chose to see it on March 7. "Ticket World said no advice from the promoters yet.... Continue Reading →

Three things every memoir should have

I reckon that the terms “intrapersonal intelligence” and “introspection” are germane to a discussion in memoir writing. When I penned my first memoir in 2017, I thought it was my initial first-hand encounter with the literary form. Wrong, I was. After teaching and studying about memoir, I discovered that I’ve been a memoirist all along,... Continue Reading →

“Pinto” and the arts

My man brought me to Pinto Art Museum one fine Thursday. "It's my birthday gift to you," he said. And he was ready to pay for it all. We've long heard about Pinto, but had not a clue how it looks. He knew I love arts and museum though, so he thought going there in... Continue Reading →

Picture and words go well together

I received my first set of acrylic pastes in January 2020 (courtesy of my cousin, Ate Flor), and I've not stopped thinking about painting since then. The box has 18 12ml tubes of all basic colors with shades varying from light to dark. 18 hues, the possibilities are crazy. They can copy the pictures in... Continue Reading →

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