http://youshouldbewriting.blogdrive.com/ 200 words a day Sun, 27 Apr 2008 21:10:01 PDT http://www.blogdrive.com Copyright 2008. Writing Writing Writing http://youshouldbewriting.blogdrive.com/archive/19.html Tue, 15 Apr 2008 08:25:39 GMT First half ... Agency "How long have you been writing?" Fernandez asked. "I've worked as a press release writer for KM for almost two years," Bryan replied. "I resigned last October" "KM, the PR agency?" "Yes. But I've made contributions to the school publication back in high school and college. And some freelance work here and there." "What kind of contributions?" "News articles. Feature write-ups. Short stories and poetry. Stuff." "Do you have any sample now? Of any freelance work, I mean." "It's there. The Love Satellites review." "I didn't know... (more) http://youshouldbewriting.blogdrive.com/comments?id=19 http://youshouldbewriting.blogdrive.com/archive/18.html Tue, 15 Apr 2008 08:16:29 GMT Second half ... The plan was simple. A week or two before the Adventure Caravan, Bench would start to act distant towards Bryan. She would refuse to hang around with him during mid-afternoon snack breaks. She would stay away from his workstation on the days leading to end of October. This would give everybody hints that Bench was in fact trying to avoid him. Of course, he had reminded her that not everybody would detect the signs at first. True, with the extremely busy days ahead, anybody could guess Bench would have plenty of things to do and wouldn't have any spare time left to loiter... (more) http://youshouldbewriting.blogdrive.com/comments?id=18 http://youshouldbewriting.blogdrive.com/archive/17.html Tue, 08 Apr 2008 08:12:05 GMT Continued ... Bryan nodded before walking out of the room. -- Two days had done little in lessening the impact of what he’d learned in Noel’s office. Since that day, Bryan had been in a state of combined confusion and utter numbness. He wanted to be knocked out of this stupid stupor. He wanted to get away, far away from the sight of his workstation, which recently has grown so dull that he felt an almost unbearable urge to ask Ken to switch workstations with him. He wanted to exist without devoting one iota of a moment thinking about this recent mess. But more than anything, he... (more) http://youshouldbewriting.blogdrive.com/comments?id=17 http://youshouldbewriting.blogdrive.com/archive/16.html Fri, 04 Apr 2008 09:33:15 GMT Continued ... Bryan shook his head and muttered, “My God, you’ve lost your mind.” -- The plan was simple. A week or two before the Adventure Caravan, Bench would start to act cold and distant towards Bryan, refusing to hang around with him during mid-afternoon snack breaks and just stay away from his workstation during the days leading up to end of October until the onset of November. This would give everybody else the subtle clue that Bench was in fact trying to avoid Bryan. Of course, Bench had reminded Bryan that not everybody would detect the signs at first. True, anybody could... (more) http://youshouldbewriting.blogdrive.com/comments?id=16 http://youshouldbewriting.blogdrive.com/archive/15.html Fri, 28 Mar 2008 11:21:49 GMT "Where to?" asked the cab driver as I buckled up in the front seat. "Cebu Business Park. The Keppel Building," was my sleepy retort. "And please step on it. Take the coastal road. I'm running late." The taxi sped towards the city. The radio played love songs, the air-conditioning was just right, and the air freshener smelled good– the canister told me it was apple scent. Tired and practically sleepless the night before, I was on the verge of dozing off. "Have you heard of the Mayor's plan to put up a sign in the coastal road a la Hollywood? Sounds like a real waste of... (more) http://youshouldbewriting.blogdrive.com/comments?id=15 http://youshouldbewriting.blogdrive.com/archive/14.html Fri, 28 Mar 2008 11:15:28 GMT Two weeks have passed since I arrived at here at Barangay Kanduhawan and still no sign of the elusive sigbin. I am tempted to pack up and leave, but because too much energy and resources have already been spent in such a relatively short period of time, it would certainly be unfair to everyone concerned should I decide to pull the plug on this expedition. And of course, I am still clinging to the hope that I will catch a sigbin soon. I am counting on it. I will see you in a few days or weeks, my friend. Until then, please extend my warmest regards to Sonya. And please take care of each... (more) http://youshouldbewriting.blogdrive.com/comments?id=14 http://youshouldbewriting.blogdrive.com/archive/13.html Fri, 28 Mar 2008 08:52:12 GMT They say youth is wasted on the young but perhaps the old are just too practical. Who can say, really? What with dear Life being such a degenerate prankster and all. You'd have to put up with the way she mocks your mortal frailties before you can see the secret joys of her trivial blessings. Only the young and carefree seem privy to her humor. Maybe because the innocents still have their invincible imaginations while the learned cynics only sulk at their prosaic preoccupations. Forgive me if my logic is a bit muddled; I am new at being old. My abrupt coming... (more) http://youshouldbewriting.blogdrive.com/comments?id=13 http://youshouldbewriting.blogdrive.com/archive/12.html Tue, 18 Mar 2008 07:13:52 GMT Adlawng Lunes, alas sais sa sayong kabuntagon; ug mao pa usab ang pagbutho sa haring adlaw sa sidlakan, diin hinay na nga mipatuyhakaw sa iyang kahayag ngadto sa nahinanok pa nga kalibutan. Sa imong paghangad imong mabatyagan ang usa ka anino sa usa ka butang nga hinay- hinay usab nga mitukob ug milukop sa palibot, daw sa misawo sa kahayag sa adlaw ug sa pipila lang nga mga gutlo kalit ra usab nga nawala dungan sa pag abli sa bintana ni Alberto, kinsa ning higayona mitambo ug mapahiyumong mitagamtam sa mga talan awon ning preskong kabuntagon… Mitan-aw siya sa iyang palibut, iyang... (more) http://youshouldbewriting.blogdrive.com/comments?id=12 http://youshouldbewriting.blogdrive.com/archive/11.html Tue, 18 Mar 2008 06:52:55 GMT Anne has just awaken from a long slumber, she remembered she had the flu just the day before and how she miserably spent the whole day at the office- checking the long line of papers and a haystack pile of journals she had to review.She hurriedly went home at 5:00 pm just as she tackled the remnants of her work, said her goodbyes to her colleagues- busy as ever with their respective responsibilities but managed to wave a hand or two at her. She dropped by at the corner drugstore for some pills that might ease the heat and the nausea she's feeling.Supper for her is just the average fast food-... (more) http://youshouldbewriting.blogdrive.com/comments?id=11 http://youshouldbewriting.blogdrive.com/archive/10.html Wed, 12 Mar 2008 09:21:43 GMT Continued ... “Okay. I’ll wait for you outside. Make it quick.” “Okay.” -- Bryan was the last person to step out of the packed elevator. He sauntered through the ground floor’s marble-tiled reception hall and took a quick glance at the wall clock. 7:23 PM. Damn, he thought. The evening dusk had begun its regular onslaught. Gray clouds partially swathed the half moon from the shady skies. Northern winds blew cold gales and acacia trees swayed and rustled their defiance amidst the endless cacophony of car horns in the evening rush hour. Bench didn’t see Bryan descend from the... (more) http://youshouldbewriting.blogdrive.com/comments?id=10