Two
When writing a blog I consider the frequency of which I post my entries. I have to make sure not to post more than once a day. This is especially true in myspace because my subscribers might bump me off their subscribed list because I’m cluttering their page with my bursts of “notice me” vanity. But then I realize that I write because I want to write. I might re-read what I wrote and decided that what I posted was rubbish but at least I’m writing. And I shouldn’t forget that.
When I don’t write I get this sad feeling. I might be climbing Mt. Hibok hibok, being bitten with dengue infested mosquitos while swinging from tree to tree but at the back of my mind I’m writing.
I write and maybe I don’t make any sense at all and its alright. I’m just practicing.
