Alright, enough of the writing. I think I’ve scraped the surface of rock bottom this week, if that was rock bottom. It did feel difficult, though. Epiphanies are not all about the eurekas and the light bulbs and stuff. It also means you have to start again.

And maaan. When they say the beginning is always the hardest and you’re ALWAYS in the beginning? Yep. That feeling.

So an update: I’m going back and forth between my old and new drafts after discovering that, well, my old drafts could work with my new voice. And my new voice is getting hard to find because she’s not always pumped up to tell a story. But YA fiction isn’t always pumped up, right? It’s tempered to a right kind of melancholy especially if the character you’re writing about has anxiety.

Aaanyways. Had my second rejection letter this week, and literary rejections are probably the only things I’d love about rejection, because they’re nice, and because I remember I put myself out there, even with a work that’s not really completely polished. And I’m working my way to create a solid block of a narration NO MATTER how stupid and silly my story is. Late last night, I’ve been rummaging things inside my head on how to begin again, how to say the right things at the right moment, how to do YA.

Some projects seem like they take forever, and as for this one, I’d like to see it printed soon so I can share victory with my folks.

Onto my week, shall we?

Monday

Sana ganoon din kadali ‘to.

Tuesday

Caption says

Wednesday

Wait. I said THIS?

M O S T I M P O R T A N T

Thursday

Looks like I did not tweet a lot today.

Friday

Me, early Friday morning:

Me, later that afternoon:

Diba, bipolar?

Me, currently: