If I’m gone, would you miss me?
Would you say world’s different without me?
I seriously doubt that
I never affected you the way you did to me
I’m just a trusted friend
Nothing more, nothing less
Maybe in another life
Maybe if I’m prettier
If I’m thinner
Or maybe taller
Or even fairier
But I’m still here
Always willing to listen
To understand you
To comfort you
Anything you want
For now, I’ll be your trusted friend
Until maybe in another life
You can finally see me…
(Free Verse IV)
~ a poem inspired by Katy Perry’s Song The One That Got Away
~ while editing / revising my novel, poetry muse strikes me even while commuting
I swore to myself that I would finish my second run of editing this current novel I’m working on before the year ends. I did it. It was the reading it out loud phase. I caught few errors. I even deleted the boring parts and revised a lot with the help of my trusted friend/critic. I had to stop working on the sequel because I need to focus on editing this and even the whole plotline changed. It nullifies my previous sequels. It’s even a trilogy… awww. Now I have to rewrite them again. Everything. I will… soon.
Not that I’m complaining. It was my fault. I hurried the story. I just wanted to write and write without thinking through the whole story. Maybe because I’d written it when I was in my junior and senior years in college–which has nothing to do with writing–and my schedules were kind of hectic.
But no regrets. I had fun in the process. I don’t mind how many bondpapers and inks I have to waste throughout the years of my writing. I enjoyed everything. From cultivating the idea “what if…” until the tiring process of revision and editing.
I’ll probably let it rest for few days then I’ll deal with the finishing touches.
I hope, then, I can finally share it to the world…
After three months of editing after I finished writing/revising this current novel I’m working on, I got tired and I realized, I badly needed a break. My mind as well as my eyes felt tired. I have to print it now so my bestfriend can critique it for me because I feel so sick of reading it. Sometimes, I ask myself, why am I doing this? After eight long years of writing, I never really wanted to stop. Just now I need to breakaway from my novels and characters. It’s just a little break. The second book of this series is already popping out of my mind and I badly needed to write it soon. But I feel I need to research more of my topic I’m dealing with because it’s getting deeper and deeper and new ideas started to spring out of my restless head.
Ideas are everywhere. The challenge is how to write it all in this short lifetime of mine. I hope I can live that long to write everything I wanted to read.
My writing break may only last for a week… or probably a day. Because whenever I am not writing, I feel different. As if I’m not me.
I’m planning to post some excerpts here… if I think it is ready.