It's that time of the month again. And again...
I was just so happy last week after getting to work behind the scenes, buying a few books (at my pocket's expense! But anyway...), and get a few fansigns in the Philippine Readers and Writers Festival. And I was so inspired by the talks and the books that I was able to write two poems yesterday.
This morning, when I thought of posting one of them here or somewhere else, I felt like it was crap. I was crap.
You know the feeling that I so loved my works just yesterday, and now I see them as nothing else than crap (and in effect, I also see myself as crap)? That's how I feel. But if I stop writing at all, even writing crap, I am certain I wouldn't know what to do.
Or maybe it's that time of the month again, when my hormones are in chaos.
This morning, when I thought of posting one of them here or somewhere else, I felt like it was crap. I was crap.
You know the feeling that I so loved my works just yesterday, and now I see them as nothing else than crap (and in effect, I also see myself as crap)? That's how I feel. But if I stop writing at all, even writing crap, I am certain I wouldn't know what to do.
Or maybe it's that time of the month again, when my hormones are in chaos.
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