Speechless

It's been days, weeks-- months even-- of finding myself speechless, blogless (so sorry, guys). But now, thank God, I find I'm not entirely wordless ;p

Grrr. I tried, I really tried... but it's been a real struggle to finish a single, simple, clueless blog entry. Words have failed me. And my muse? I dunno, but it must have gone with Peter Pan to neverland.

Life has been one rollercoaster ride after another the past few months. And all that's left of it is a red carpet of titles I would have posted on this blog had I found the inspiration, the time and the discipline to chronicle the highlights of past events.

To torture myself, let me post here so I will always remember the grating titles of the stories I meant to write but didn't:

A Series of Unfortunate Events: A Movie Review
Biting the Dust in Dumaguete
Circling Cagayan
Midnight Coffee in Davao
Smelling Zamboanga
Vietnam Noodles in Puerto Princesa
Dawning Panglao for Dolphins
Revisiting Bora: Jetski & Parachuting Galore
Revisting Bora 2: Baring it in a Midnight Swim
Raining Ukay in Baguio
Manila: Of Vomited Vodka Cherries and Jimmy Bondoc
Jamming with MYMP
Me? A Maid of Horror? (Only for the Love of Berna)
That Perfect Moment with Paolo Santos
Breaking Up with Harry Potter
Barefoot Emi in Ayala
Maid of Horror Part 2 (For the Love of Almera)
Shopping Spit

I dare say writing's got to be the most frustrating lover of all. You hate it and you love it. It consumes you then leaves you. But like the tide, it always comes again.

As painful as it is, I continue the struggle to write (heaven help me!) I may not always find the words... but I believe they're there. To quote Jamie, like the wind-- I don't see it but I feel it. And just like love, I know I'll learn from it and grow with it.

Who knows, one day, I might just tap away on my keyboard again and restart writing any, if not all, of these stories. If not, then maybe there's another around the corner waiting for me to tell. Let's just see where the wind blows...

I don't wanna rush it. For, as they say, all good things come in good time.

Until then, I learn to wait for my muse. Perhaps, like last time, I'll find it again in a cup of brewed coffee and a bite of snickers chocolate.