BECAUSE I am currently writing some other serious stuff for my life as a creative writer, I really don’t know how to chart my May column for you, my dear readers.
I am not yet sure which direction to take.
I want to write some poetry for the newspaper.
Like the Instagram poems that have become so popular.
I mean, we did that before with my three-liners that were so much fun for me to make.
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They were great writing exercises for me.
And nobody really complained.
But after almost eight or ten months of doing that, the Panay News editor and I thought we could spice things up, stir the pot again, with full-length articles like this.
Just to break the monotony.
Well, it’s been over 18 months of full-lengths like this.
And I’m getting bored.
That’s why I am restless.
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And when I’m restless, it’s no good for you and me.
So, maybe, just maybe, I will go back to those three-line poems.
Like, you get a dose of 18 to 22 of them in one issue?
I always thought that was a wonderful treat.
I just hope that I can get into the mood pretty easily again.
It’s not easy to be in love 24/7.
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If not that, I may yield my column space to some writers who have written about me, or about my works.
I mean, I think it should be fun to read what legitimate critics really say about my writings.
Or even what other writers write about me.
The only thing delaying this, and what prevented me to do this in the past, is that I have to get permissions to publish other people’s work.
And knowing me, instead of spending energy chasing after people, I’d rather just write things by myself.
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And again and again, that’s also my explanation for my self-referencing.
Why are my articles so egocentric?
Because I don’t want to be writing about other people who may harass me with libel!
You don’t know how crazy people can be.
Even if you write with great intentions, you can be misunderstood.
Somebody I admired died recently.
But I couldn’t even write about that person when I thought I should because I got critics who think that I’d use the occasion to make it about myself.
Ef that thought!
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There are evil people around us.
And sometimes, they’re not worth my time and energy.
So I mourned that person I respected who died recently in silence.
My respect for the dead is between the deceased and myself.
The dead was finally buried.
I kept my silence.
And my sanity.
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So, anyway, my life, writing, and heart will go on.
And I pretty much trust that whatever My Life as Art offers you in the next few days and months, you will keep your faith in me.
Because I haven’t really let you down, have I?
Through the years we have been together, we are a good team.
I write, you read.
I laugh, you laugh.
I turn red, you laugh.
I cry, you laugh.
I love you, you laugh.
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If you’ve been following me on Facebook, you’ll know that I never really abandoned posting my feelings for the world to see.
But because they are “sound bytes”, and are often out of context, I thought that I should review some of the more romantic ones I have posted in April.
This can be another direction for me to take:
Putting context to my emotional posts that are often verging on the literary.
I mean, this could be fun.
If you go along with me for the ride, maybe we can also make this work.
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This will continue until next issue.
Or until I run out of steam.
The point, again, is that I want to break away from full-length column pieces.
And I really want to go more literary on the second half of the year that I turned gold.
And I really want to nurture this romantic heart of mine.
I don’t care if you fall in love with me.
I already announced that I am single again, and available.
And I want a boyfriend.
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“I don’t want to stop and grow up.
I like the way I live.
I’m happy being like a teenager in love!”
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“I do not seek to be loved.
Foremost, I just want to love.
It makes me happy.
If you love me back, that’s awesome!”
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The occasion for the two posts (reprinted above in quotation marks) is my friend in Canada telling me I love unwisely like a teenager.
That I fall desperately in love with teenage boys, and all these men 30 and under.
My friend is worried I’ll just get hurt and broken-hearted.
My point: Every one who falls in love runs the risk of being broken-hearted.
And even those who are loveless, they’re broken-hearted!
And those who are contentedly and conveniently in love right now, they’ll be broken-hearted.
I’ve been in a marriage relationship.
And I’m telling you, it does not last forever.
But don’t call me a cynic.
I believe in love.
Read my posts in quotes again! (500tinaga@gmail.com/PN)
