In the last few weeks, I’ve been immersing myself in writing through Write! – #CebuLitFest Writing Sessions, and spoken word shows, including Juan Miguel Severo in Cebu. There doesn’t seem to be anything like them—where you are encouraged to express your thoughts and share it with fellow introspective souls. Going to such sessions got the rusty cogs in my right brain to start turning again and those writing prompts got me to weave new stories, or old ones but written from a different point of view—some whimsical, some dark, but always a world to explore.
Growing up, I never showed any inclination to write. There were only two instances I can remember proudly writing anything, they both ended badly. When I was first year high school, I wrote a short story of a battle between humans and orcs. Caveat – I played hours of Warcraft: Orcs and Humans, best game ever! The piece was garbage. I showed it to everyone and it was quickly dismissed. The second instance was in an English class in college.