The article that was nothing

It's been a long time since I've come around. Haha, Lady Gaga is the peg.

Actually, I don't have anything to say right now. :D I mean, so many have happened and I wanted to talk about them. It's just that I'm more of kuwento person. Like, I can tell you a hundred stories and I'll never get tired or bored. But each time I thought of writing, just anything, the idea of putting into grand words the simple, funny story is a lot of pressure and thus, a lot of motivation is critically needed.

Take for instance, it's raining outside. The common feeling is somber, laziness, sadness. There's a perfect opportunity to just stay at home, use the water-streaked window pane as your psychologist and maybe read or write. For me, it's one helluva opportunity. I'm moody (and I think most creative people are) and I just write whenever I'm motivated or the situation is good. Simply, I write when I feel like it.

Then there's the topic. Ok, I want to write, the moment's perfect, the surrounding is cooperating, but if I don't have a topic to talk about, I'll just end up blurting out words that do not comprehend a single topic. So I feel like writing but what should I write about? Actually, there are a lot of topics in this universe to choose from (and I think the word lot is an understatement pa nga) but it's hard to find the one you want to talk about in your article. I mean, the enough amount of affinity for the topic for me to write about it is just like my mood, it comes and goes. The other day, I was so frustrated about a guy I dated because he's, pardon for a lack of better term, an asshole. I was so centered at that feeling that I was able to construct a free prose in my head, about dating, guys in general, love and its psyche, relationship, commitment and everything related. Only when I faced my laptop, only a blinking line was facing right back at me.

Writing is not as easy as it looks. It's like film, television or theater - there's an audience you need to please, affect, and solicit action from. The only difference with writing, our stage is the reader's imagination. We can be as explicit as we wanted to but the reader can extend that further; the enjoyment is not spoonfed. It's not suggestive like that of film or television.

But of course, to paint a story or prose where readers can infer and paint their own pictures is one goal of the author. It can be easily done but those that stick and matter are diamonds in the ocean. The author must meet the motivated version of him/her, the involving topic and the creative reader to craft a perfect piece.

So where's mine?