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If you ask me, I’m feeling the slump. There’s the burn from the first half of the year now that it’s July. It’s…
Every week, my challenge is to find a theme that my target audience can relate to. I go for the high involvement of my readers when they read my column. I choose themes with a sense of originality.
Do you remember me calling you late one night in 2001, blurting on the phone before you could even say hello—“Letty, you’re not popular pala!”
I haven’t been this tired or read or studied as many business books as I did back in college. I have forgotten that side of me, in favor of other pursuits such as parenting and, yes, writing.
I’VE NEVER thought of myself as anything but young, especially when it came to writing. While I’m already in my mid-thirties, I’m just starting out compared to other writers my age, many of whom have already come out with a book or two. But this personal delusion was pleasantly shattered during the recently concluded UST National Writers Workshop held July 24-30 at Ridgewood Residence Hotel in Baguio City.
Before Twitter, there was Young Blood, the Philippine Daily Inquirer column that has provided a voice to generation after generation of twentysomethings who have a lot to say. The tradition thrives to this day.
Ten fellows—five students and five professionals—have been selected for the 11th San Agustin Writers Workshop:
One teacher thrilled her students when she had their doughnut designs made in a writing class come to life.
Fozzy Castro-Dayrit has always been fascinated with letters and writing. “Arts and letters and words have always been my outlet and my source of happiness. I was one of those kids who had every color of pen possible in an impossibly crammed pencil case.” In high school, classmates would ask her to write their names on their binders and notebooks, using her different styles. “I liked drawing fat letters and skinny ones and swirly ones,” Fozzy said.
When faced with a blank Microsoft document and a blinking cursor, I can often feel invisible drops of blood, not even sweat, leaking out of my head.
The moment a person thinks that he is a writer or decides to become one, he is in deep, deep trouble. Life, as it is, is difficult. To be a writer makes life doubly difficult. The word “writer” is not only loaded with meaning, but it also ignites a gamut of conflicting emotions and intentions, particularly intentions.
