On Writing

Writing is a muscle I have not flexed in a veeeery long time: it has undergone atrophy, and is, at present, very weak and lifeless.

In the couple of years since my last post here, my writing quality has severely declined--- from the peak of its career (circa Matches and Bonifacio the Opera) to the deep, muddy trenches of patient protocols and Personal and Social histories. Sobrang layo na ng skills ko ngayon sa fluidity of thought ko dati. Huhu. I mourn the lost years of art in my life. :<

Thankfully there's rehab medicine for the unused muscle, and blogging for the rusty writing! Ergo, I am going to be bringing this blog to life with the old formula of day-to-day stories and occasional literary ventures. I cannot, however, promise to post as many colour palettes as before. :( But I will try! I hope I can spare a few hours each week resuscitating my forgotten passion.

 

The only kind of writing I've seen in the past X years

Cheers to the coming weekend! I'll be in the library, though, downing transes and books and whatever resources I need to pass Internal Medicine. Wish me luck, alright?