I went to the vacant lot, observing, catching anything to get me started writing. With my shabby notebook and blotting pen. I was sitting there and my daughter came to accompany me. But she grabbed my notebook and pen then started scribbling. I reluctantly watched her as she gloriously wrote her first pieces. Not too bad, I thought. At least, someone’s writing on something I couldn’t get to write on. I got used so much with my device that writing with a ballpen can’t get things out of my head. We went home before I was able to craft this one.
Caring plants, like succulents and cacti, is not my passion. I tried keeping a plant or two, unfortunately, one died and the other is just ‘surviving.’ I am guilty for purchasing them yet I could not give even just a minute of my time to water and clean them and give them something to eat. Not that I don’t have a plantmanship but maybe at this point, I wanted to allot my time for other hobbies. Like this one, writing. But since my other plant is still surviving, I will try to nurture it as long as I can. I asked the help of other family members. My RenLeaf will be helping me out with my plant. We have other plants, non-ornamental, and I’m glad they’re growing. We have tomatoes, ginger, onion, and papaya. The papaya’s fruits keep falling. We’re observing what’s making them like that.
Like I said, I went to the vacant lot in hope of finding anything to write. But I realized I needed my device because writing with a pen nowadays is a pain. For me. I don’t know with you. It’s good when solving a Math problem because encoding them would be harder. But writing is easier when done on a device. I can even type while sleeping because I’ve memorized my keys. Just the mark on the F and J are what I needed to feel to get me typing.
As of writing time, my laptop is placed just outside our house. I pulled the little chair hidden beneath the table and I sat writing. I just bathed my daughter, who, after writing on my notebook, played along with soil and used it as if it were water. Her face and head were smudged with dirty soil. Also her clothes. But at least I could see that she enjoyed so much. She went to play with our neighbors who are ahead of her by around 3 or 4 years. I have heard them shouting and laughing as if no one around the area was asleep.
I could get back to crocheting mufflers, crocheting cellphone cases or chalecos. I could get back to sewing pouches using old denim pants. Those that do not fit any longer. But I don’t feel the urge to crochet or sew. I could only recall how fulfilling it was finishing anything. Others harbor my handcrafts and I’m alright with it. Before. I believe, not anymore. I realized that I have used up considerable energy and passion into crocheting and sewing that others just harboring my works would be unfair for me. It was okay before but if given the chance that I will produce again, I will have to ask for compensation. Things changed significantly.
My energy is placed nowadays with writing, if hobby is our topic. Or reading. I feel like my time is very much divided if I do things other than writing, reading, and finishing house chores. But I will do something to integrate still sewing and crocheting into my schedule. Or monetize them not to make me feel like I am wasting my time.
With regards to writing poems, I will try again to make unmetered ones although when it comes to poetry, it is hard forcing things out. There were times when verses would pop out while I was at places like the bathroom or the jeepney. If it happened that I had my phone with me, I would type the verses out. Otherwise, they’d have been lost forever.
I recently tried making up stories (in Filipino). I managed three paragraphs. I realized I lack a lot of elements. I will need to have a toddler-free environment before I will be able to manage my short stories. But of course, writing stories really needed a good imagination so as to bring to the reader the exact thing that you wanted to convey. Not just imagination but the right words to describe everything.
Meanwhile, I can free write other things like the one I am writing right now. Or the one that I just finished writing. Teehee!
