First of all, for those who clicked on this post and read the initial title Blog in the Making, with description & content bearing the same words, thank you for bearing with me, and my quirk regarding the timestamp.
So here we are, 2011! Do you feel the freshness of this new year?
Personally, I have to tell you, I needed to give myself a strong shot of mental defibrillator to work myself to beginning a project I have been thinking of, since beginning of last year.
I wanted to have a blog, which I could use to aid me in doing baby steps to networking as a blogger. I kept postponing it since 2006 because of my innumerous personal issues.
It will be superfluous to state it here, but I will anyway! I love words; I love writing and blogging; I love archiving ideas, positive thoughts, life-changing experiences, simple joys, and soulful inspirations. What makes all these fulfilling is when I can share them to readers; what is a writer without a reader?
If you have followed me since SC 2006, you might remember me sharing my background of working in different media branches. Also, the stories leading to my writer's block. Before all the adult crisis sort of bludgeoned my spirit, writing was my profession. Through writing (and a lot of reading!) in my early age, I was able to grasp who I was, who I would like to be, and what I wanted out of life long before age of puberty.
Ironic, how all that can change when faced with one life crisis after another while living in a foreign land. I shut down somehow in the process. I stopped writing even simple letters, not even letters to myself in form of personal journals.
Now four years of anonymous writing later, I have a better grasp of the changes that happened to me, which I was not able to comprehend in those long years of confusion. Confusing times when you were able to fulfill (almost) all the things you wanted out of life since you were a child, decades earlier than planned but in the end feelicng like a wreck.
Now four years of writing, falling back to silence, writing again, and trying again and again to find healing through writing, I feel I am whole. Whole enough to try to just have fun with writing.
No more reflection about the past - well, at least not in this particular blogsite , I am trying to introduce!
It's all about the now. Where I am in life. Not where I would like to be, just the now.
I can feel the excitement rising in me.
It's 1:30 am now, as I write these lines, checking yakkstr timestamp, 2 hours since I drafted this blog.
To read more, please see the next post (in the making!)

Needed to save the date, excuse my OCDiness regarding the datestamp. :D