Now I understand

... what Neil Gaiman once said about the hard part of being a writer: not being able to put in written words what you think. The hard part is not getting ideas, or at least not for me. I get an average of three or four neat ideas for a poem, a short story or a post per day... noup... the hard part is when you actually sit down to write them and all those images and feelings inside of you became shit once you write them.

Its funny, but it happens.

It's like when you desperately want to talk to someone, and you have all figure it out, all this beautiful words that are meant to shine thru your heart... but once you said it, you sound something like this: "BERF!!! BARF!!! POOK POOK!!! ME LIKES YOU!!!"

Am in a shitty spot right now. There is a cool, interesting writing project that has being revolving around my head for a while now. A set of short stories that together may do something like a novel 'coz they all have the same topic and the setting, but I can't seem to pass from page two of the first short story.

Curses.

In other news, I just finished reading “The Unbearable Lightness of Being” and it rocked. I loved the book and most of the ideas expressed.

I made cookies today ^-^

And am starting to miss a hell lot of people.