*sneeze*

I. Do. Not. Want. To. Start. Research. Forget TREDONE and Kaspil.

I am getting all these interesting invites from Pao (my dear prose editor) to attend various talks on writing. Problem though is that the scheduling gods of second term have it bad for me.

I'm more worried on finishing my story for Malate Lit Folio by Friday. I'm writing it in short bursts---I think I need to revisit the neighborhood tomorrow to get some dirtside inspiration on the hypothetical route that my three characters will take. It's funny how the entire mess began to take shape: first it was meant to be a suspense thriller thing using characters and places loosely based off my real-life experiences, then it turned into a flood misadventure inspired off the time Trisha and I got stuck in the bagyo. Now, it's turning out to be a misadventure cum sociopolitical yarn on varying levels.

At least it's better than writing angsty, Eponine-esque poetry. XD