Eight days have already passed since my first blog post in here and I am starting to panic because I haven’t written anything yet to back that up. The blogs I follow or read have published a minimum of three entries since then. Would you believe that I am this slow?! Anyway, I believe this is not a competition. I should take my time like how Harper Lee took hers! Yes, after 55 years, she has decided to publish her second novel and a sequel of To Kill a Mocking Bird. That book that was mandatory to read during high school! Haha!
I think it is part of a writer’s life to experience conquering enormous task that the blinking cursor or an empty notebook brings. It stares at you blinking and waiting for you to write. C’mon it says, DO-IT-NOW. Write away!
Today, it is the cursor that pushed me to write without any topic in mind. I just couldn’t think of anything to share. I wanted to write about my heart aches on the death of the 44 elite commandoes of PNP-SAF in the Philippines. They were killed in an operation that aims to arrest two of the most wanted terrorists in the country and abroad. But all I can say and write is how my heart was torn for their families and friends. I wanted to blame the President for his lapses but I don’t know the entire story. He might have other plans or other things / solutions in mind and a part of me tells me that I should leave a tinge of trust for him. I wanted to get mad at the MILF who were said to be involved in the clash but I can’t. I know I can’t because I don’t know anything about their history that spans since the oppression of the Moros during Spanish times. Actually, I think it’s a bit appropriate to blame my history teacher for not teaching that part of our history.
I just couldn’t think of anything to write. I wanted to write about avoiding the movie, 50 Shades of Grey. Almost every girl in my Facebook’s newsfeed said ‘Laters, baby’ with the photo of their movie tickets or that of Christian Grey. I must admit that Christian and Anastasia are hot in their own ways but I really believe that the book and so as the movie is porn. Pornography as Merriam Webster says is “the depiction of erotic behavior (as in pictures or writings) intended to cause sexual excitement; material (as books or a photograph) that depicts erotic behavior and is intended to cause sexual excitement.” And pornography is like a thief in the middle of the night that steals what God has made beautiful and intimate and replaces it with something perverse and destructive.
I remember when my teacher taught us what to do if we don’t know what to write. This is also the tip I share to those people who wants to start writing. My teacher told us to write anything we could think of, regardless if the sentences or paragraphs or phrases are related to each other or not. He told us to let go of our minds and hands into the wilderness of our papers and write and write and write. The trick is to keep on writing until he tells us to stop. When you stop, you have already created a masterpiece that is called the stream of your consciousness. (I think I just did that.) Then you can begin with what you really wanted to write about. (That’s what you need to watch out:)