This is something…

…that made me smile today. It reminds me of why I’m a writer, an artist in my own way.

I’m sure it will make all artists smile… well, I hope it does.

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After hours, days, and possibly weeks, I’ve been able to shave down my manuscript of 116,500 words down to about 101,600 words! It’s a lot of work… and I’m still a tad not yet finished!

But because of that, I learned a lot of things and flaws I found in my work.

  1. Like in many blogs I’ve read, they say that beginning or novice writers tend to overwrite their work. I saw this a lot in my manuscript and it really made me laugh.
  2. I managed to put a ton of things, like scenes, that had no effect on the story’s plot.
  3. I am very redundant in some situations. (Maybe it’s because I fear not being able to describe or portray a certain event properly)
  4. Less is definitely more. I learned that readers don’t like to be overloaded with information and it will help if we leave some things to the imagination, because it might help keeping the reader hooked to your work of art.

Well, experience is definitely the best teacher.

I’m glad to have my muse back and working.

Good luck writers and artists!



I think…

I think my little break (of only 3 days) is over because I’ve got my characters moving about in my head again and they’re itching to get out. I’m starting to feel like I’m getting back on track. This is exciting!

Do you feel that your characters talk to you or play scenes in your mind sometimes? I happen to have those from time to time and it helps a lot. I don’t talk back or anything, like a crazy person, but it just feels good to have your ideas come alive.

Good luck fellow writers! Let’s do what we love… 🙂




I’ve been feeling under the weather lately, but not in the ill kind of sense. My health is fine. It’s my creative spirit, I think. I have all my ideas floating in my mind and playing, but I can’t find the energy to get them down on paper. I ‘m taking a couple days to take it really slow in blogging, reading, and writing. I’ll let everything simmer in my mind and reach the level I see will get me back on track.

But, I’ll be surfing around and reading on my favorite blogs here on wordpress.




The dim light provided just enough brightness for me to read a book that I just couldn’t put down. I was reaching its dramatic climax when I felt something stir downstairs. A noise echoed in the halls and through the door to my room. It sounded like it came from the kitchen. I was home alone since my parents were on a business trip and I wasn’t expecting anyone to come over.

I slowly got out of bed and padded through the halls. I didn’t know what to expect as I stepped cautiously down the staircase. Some loud bangs and the sound of someone rummaging reached my ears and I hoped for the worst.

I opened the lights in the kitchen and saw a complete mess. Food and other things were scattered on the floor, but no one was there to be the perpetrator. I took a look around, but still didn’t see anyone, except for one thing…


…a little wagging tail.


**I don’t know why I came up with this, but it had to be written down.

May your days be filled with inspiration.

Let’s write, write, write! 🙂




Just a…

It’s so tiring to wait for the final bell to ring. The teacher has been going on and on for the past hour on the same old thing. It was something I didn’t bother to find out. Half of the class is practically sleeping and I’m so tempted to join them. Seeing the clock scream ‘last ten minutes’ keeps me from doing so. Our teacher is caught up in his own world, oblivious to the fact that no one is listening.

A cold feeling crawls up my back, but I don’t mind it. I see the windows were open so it must have been nothing. My itch to get home plagues my mind too much for me to pay attention to the chill.

“Stop kicking my chair,” I muttered.

Wait, I’m sitting in the back row.

A scream fills my ears as the room begins to shake violently. Tables, chairs, and other things start toppling over. Everyone is scrambling to get out of the room. I feel glued to my chair and I start to panic. Parts of the ceiling start to crack and give way. The lights begin to fall out bulb by bulb. I see my classmates getting hit by bulbs and crushed by chunks of ceiling. The shaking doesn’t stop and it is getting stronger. I’m still stuck to my seat as I look up to see the ceiling above me begin to give way.

“Dude, wake up. Class is over.”

**I think I felt a tremor this afternoon while I was on my bed. It rattled me a bit, but it’s a good thing there weren’t any more that followed.