No. Not, until I know how to read. And not just to read for entertainment or because I have time to waste.
I love to read. Do I know how to read, properly?
In high school, we read 3 major publications in Philippine history. In the 2nd year of high school, we read The Florante at Laura. It is the Philippines' answer to Romeo and Juliet. I don’t remember anything about the book, sad to say. I only remember feeling fearful of being called to class to discuss anything related to the book. It was in Filipino which I find difficult to understand. I blame the “English Only Policy” Elementary school where I studied and a “Bisaya Only” speaking household.
In my 3rd year, we read “Noli Me Tangere” by Jose Rizal. It is an important book but also published in Filipino at my time. The way it was taught in class, we had to create scripts and stage a dramatization of the book. FOR AN ENTIRE YEAR. Forth year, we read the follow-up book which is “El Filibusterismo” by the same author. AGAIN, FOR AN ENTIRE YEAR. You would think that a year of studying a text is enough. Oh, no. When I am not in the scene that day, my mind goes elsewhere.
Yes, I am to blame. I cannot remember the details of these books. I am not one to remember details at all. I plan to reread these last 2 books as soon as I find better copies and out of this reading slump.
I love to read. Do I know how to read, properly?
I know I like to write. What I cannot say, I write down. Even my writing is as terrible as what’s in my head. Most of the time, it does not make sense. Have you realized that?
I decided to never fully edit my work as it reflects my true voice.
I don’t care about rewriting or editing my work because my grammar is just as bad. I decided to never fully edit my work as it reflects my true voice. If you don’t practice writing, you end up forgetting the skill. It’s been years since I can write in more than 150 words.
They say writing prompts help. Find one topic to write about. Anything under the sun, right? Sometimes I find writing prompts a hassle to even think about where I stand in things and, so I stop. Is it a lack of motivation, then? Too many questions I have no care in finding answers.
Okay, the ramblings end here. Until my next post.
