Why Do I write?
I write because ... I am not fluent in the spoken word. My mind will burst if I don't. I am transported to a different plane when I am lost in my world of writing. I can be myself--unplugged, unloaded-- without having to look over my shoulder and care about other people's haughty eyes. I am fascinated with words and how they can stir images, unravel mysteries, pacify or enrage tempests and bring to life the fallen, cold and dead. I relish squeezing my writing juices until my temples throb (or should I say, am I a masochist?) I can't sing nor dance well enough to get me to the movie industry. I need an avenue to vent the angst, frustrations, joys and challenges I face. I have inner wars to wage, mountains to scale and fears to slay. Words form both a formidable offense and defense army. I maintain a secret love-affair... with writers I admire, look up to and adore -- the pinoy penman, pat, CDQ. I stopped chasing rainbows. With outstretched arms, I