By The Looks of Things.

I guess I am starting to manage things well with schoolwork, writing, and blogging. Although my persistently high stress level is always with me, I’m finding little ways to get things done.

Unfortunately, or must I say fortunately, my phone was on the verge of breaking down and was constantly giving me a hard time. My parents decided to get me a new one, an android one. I now have apps on my phone that help me get some writing and reading done while I’m on the go. I never have to worry now whenever I get a sudden idea I need to write down. This is a blessing for me, since my stress levels were not pretty.

I’ve been able to get tiny bits of stress off me with these mini writing breaks (a break where I write some fiction for a while, not a break from writing fiction) and it feels good. I’ve got better creative flow and when it comes to juggling all the schoolwork, my body decided not to take a dive in the ill pool.

Life will definitely put you in a rut and it will keep doing that whenever you get out of it. We just have to be persistent. It is okay to feel weak or uninspired sometimes, because we were wired to feel these things too.

Be inspired and be positive!



The Rise of Nine

This is the third book in the I Am Number Four Series. I am not sure if I found out late about this book coming out. I just saw it available here in the Philippines last week. After reading The Power of Six (Book 2 of the series), I was trapped in thought, wondering what could ever happen next. As of two days ago, I got my answer. Not to worry, I am not gonna spoil anything here.

Well, what can I say about the book?

It is awesome. I really admire how they are able to change point of views so easily and cleanly. It doesn’t take long to figure out who is telling the story and I guess the matching fonts help. Going through the books in the series, you never feel lost, but you feel more into the story.

If I can finish the book in less than three days, then I consider it a great read. I finished this one in an afternoon and The Power of Six in two afternoons. Let’s just say I am a big fan of the series.

Now I’m stuck with this thought until the next one comes out: “What’s gonna happen next?”

It’s nice to have a book push me back into writing again. It got my writing juices flowing.

Inspire others in any way you can.



Inside of Me.

My sword is my pencil…
My shield is my eraser…
My battlefield is my notebook…
I am a writer…
A knight of art…
A knight of words…

This is what I believe in and I hope my fellow writers believe this too in their own way. We fight against the forces of despair and boredom. Without writers, there would not be works of art to read. Books have changed the world in their own way and each word, sentence, paragraph, story, and novel has made its impact in someone’s heart and mind.

Believe in what you are and in what you can do as an artist.

I am a loyal knight under the Royal Court of Creativity.

Be inspired!



The sky went from bright and clear blue to sullen grey in less than five minutes. Everyone was wondering about the extremely sudden change in weather. A low rumble echoed from high above our heads. Small flashes appeared from behind the grey shroud and judging by the erratic movements in the clouds, it was time to go. A voice pulled me out of my thoughts.

“Brother, it’s time to go back home. Our Dad needs us.”

I look up and give her a timid smile.

“You’re right, Sis, we can’t keep them waiting any longer.”

I got up from the grass I was sitting on in the middle of an open field. People around him always say to stay indoors during a thunderstorm, especially when this one looks dangerous. I’d just laugh at them and tell them not to worry. My sister and I could never stay inside during a thunderstorm. We had our reasons, but no one ever asked us what they were, so we just kept them to ourselves.

“This storm isn’t going away anytime soon, unless we get moving.”

“I know Sis, I just hate going from place to place so quickly. We never get to keep in touch with the friends we make in one place and we have to make new ones in some other place,” I sighed.

“Don’t worry, I think Dad just wants us to visit and we’ll be back here before you know it.”

“Lightning doesn’t strike the same place twice.”

“We don’t have to come back to the same exact spot and I’m sure they’ve proven that wrong already. Let’s go before Dad comes to fry us.”


My hands lit up, which was routine for me and my sister, and began to spark. The skies above became violent and the rumbling was louder. A familiar tingle coursed through my body as my vision went white. I raised my left hand into the air and a loud crack sounded. A heat consumed me and a loud rush of air passed  my ears.

In a second, we found ourselves in a new place. It was so foreign, but the smell of burnt grass filled my nose like it always did. I look around and see our parents waiting for us with open arms.

“So son, how was the trip?”

“Same as usual, Mom, lightning fast.”

I smile.

*I was inspired to write that as I was watching the lightning play across the clouds outside my window the other night. It was a nice thought to dream about before I went to bed. Yes, I’m inspired and I’ve been working on my manuscripts, but not quite on the queries and synopses. I’m still looking at samples and trying to learn from them. I hope to get out some drafts soon.

What’s been inspiring you lately?

Well, if you have any concept in mind, even if it’s just a drabble, just get it out. There’s never any harm in expressing yourself on a sheet of paper. It feels great after.

Have a mind full of ideas, a heart full of inspiration, and spirit full of energy. Be inspired!

Hope you like my little drabble!



Just something that popped into my head, inspired from one of my chats with a good friend. Here goes…

That day was just like every other day for her, plain and simple. Classes were just about over when the bell rang its glorious melody. She and her three friends were already heading out the door and along the corridor. She was deep in thought about the things she had to do for the evening, when something out of the ordinary happened. She wasn’t sure she heard right, but she did feel something.

“This is gonna be a fun out of town trip, just us three!” She heard her friend say loudly.

“But wait, there are four people here,” she thought. It stung. It was a whole different kind of pain. She couldn’t understand why one of the people she thought was her dearest friend could exclude her like she wasn’t even there. She looked at each of them pointedly, trying to get their attention, but still nothing. She wondered why she was suddenly being ignored by them when they were just talking an hour ago.

She bolted down the corridor, not caring if they called her back, but she clearly heard that no name was called as she left. In record time, she was outside of the school and on the sidewalk. She didn’t care where she was heading or who she might bump into, so she just kept walking until she reached a crossing. She didn’t notice the speeding car a couple feet away as she stepped onto the road. She had no time to even be shocked by the car coming her way.

“Did that car just pass through me?”


Well, it’s been a while since I posted a flash fiction/short story (I’m not totally sure what to classify it as). I’m sure this is a common scene/plot/idea in some novels, but I promise I didn’t copy it from anywhere. I’ve missed being able to write smoothly ever since I was on vacation. Now that school’s back, I’m feeling the stress and my creative juices are up to speed.

Be creative! Be inspired!