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One Word After Another

From the words of Neil Gaiman

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“This is how you do it: you sit down at the keyboard and you put one word after another until it’s done. It’s that easy, and that hard.”

I’ve been out of the blogosphere longer than I originally planned. Somebody, call my muse!!

In the meantime, I’ve decided to tidy my shelf and post some long overdue drafts in the next few days. Sigh. Why must writing be this easy and hard?

2015 in review

The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2015 annual report for this blog.

Here’s an excerpt:

A New York City subway train holds 1,200 people. This blog was viewed about 4,100 times in 2015. If it were a NYC subway train, it would take about 3 trips to carry that many people.

Click here to see the complete report.

Three weeks ago, I was itching to go home and start my well-deserved long holiday- praying for the clock to tick faster, pulling the remaining days that are to come. There was only one thing in my mind back then, it’s freedom from the corporate world. To finally spoil myself, spend time with my loved ones, and deal with my blog. The first two came in smoothly, it’s the latter that I have failed to deal with. You see, when you live oceans away from home amidst the towering concrete jungle, spending most of your hours in front of a computer, you’ll eventually end up with a thirst for conversations, genuine laughter, childish smiles, comfy bed and a life away from PC or phone. Hence, I set blogging aside. I know I missed a lot but no regrets.

That is why, from the bottom of my happy heart, I thank blogosphere and the all the brilliant people I have come to know and value. I especially would like to thank Priceless Joy (thank you for the playful prompts), Rosema (thank you for the lovely posts), Jessie, Millie, and Madeeha (you’re all equally creative and brilliant).

P.S.  I’ve been meaning to write a birthday post since Doodles and Scribbles will be turning 1 this January and thanks a lot for such timely review!  I shall return very soon, ecstatic to read your posts and be inspired. 🙂 🙂 🙂

Lost Spirit

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I used to be a modern-day warrior
A brawler in life, my own knight and shinning armor
A deviant at heart and a pensive thinker
Proud of my craft, I’m a real big dreamer.

But what is this? Feels like I’m in a cage.
Living a mediocre life and not as a sage
This is neither me, nor my comfort zone
All my guts and ardor, where have I thrown?

I used to be playful and ardent
In things that I do and things that I’ve chosen
Now my soul is foiled and barren
This is tragic, when did this happen?

I yearn I could unearth my long gone spirit
The fire of my will to bring out my zenith
For at the end of my long-winding road waits
A genuine bliss for the things that I’ve made.


This is in response to The Daily Post prompt, The Great Pretender.

Are you full of confidence or have you ever suffered from Imposter Syndrome? Tell us all about it.

I’ve scribbled this poem on a note a year ago when I was feeling lost. I really missed writing that time and I’ve got a job that doesn’t require such thing. I know, how cruel could that be!? Anyway, I don’t think I suffered from Imposter Syndrome (thank heavens!) but I guess I could relate this to the time where my confidence sank to zero. It was awful.

But gladly, I got back on track and created this blog. So now, I’m a happy girl! Have a great day everyone. 😉

Unearthed dreams

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As the afternoon wore on and the clouds began to drift in, she found herself smiling at the thought that for the first time in many years, she’s back to where it all started. Flying a thousand miles from home, she came to this dingy shack, clattered down the stairs and took a shovel. Anyone who would see her must think she’s gone mad. Why would a gorgeous, successful writer be digging a hole in the middle of nowhere, anyway?

Unless she’s some hatchet murderer. But she’s not.

There, she struck her shovel into the earth and she dug and dug, worked the end of the shovel, back and forth, up and down, until she felt something hard. She dug with her hands until she found a wooden box. Teary-eyed, she held the box, recounting the treasured moments of yesteryear, the myriad highs and abyssal lows, the grief of loss and the joy of discovery. Inside was a small piece of scented paper with words scribbled on it.

Live a life worth remembering
Turn your dreams into reality
Travel the world, it’s beautiful
Give love and be loved
Then…
Take me back when all these things come true and smile. You made it!  ♥ ♠ ♣ ♦

Word Count: 203


I’ve been meaning to catch up with some daily prompts and writing tasks but, whenever I do, either my workloads turn threefold or I can’t think straight. Ooh, if I could only ask for an indefinite leave! 😦

I know it would be a sting to let some prompts pass, so—being the slacker that I am—I’ve decided to hit two birds with one stone. This is in response to Sunday Photo Fiction’s prompt and our Writing 101 Day 2 task, Write a list. PS. I hope it’s not a miss! 🙂

Enjoy more stories here.

Day 1: I write because . . .

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I write because…
My glee screams higher in every word
My angst is piercing in punctuation
My fear shrieks louder in every space
And my grief cries deeper in every clause
I write because…
When letters fuse to form a word
And words rally into a sentence
And paragraphs unite to make a sense— or not
I see her, him, them, us, you, and I.
I see the world and the world unknown
And I’m drawn to every word and punctuation
Every space and every clause
I write because…
My words stumble whenever I speak
But find their way whenever I write.


This is in response to our Writing 101 Day 1 task.

Today, tell us: why do you write? If you’d like to see how others have approached this, here are 23 inspiring quotes from famous authors. The I Write Because project is also worth a peek and is full of personal, honest submissions. Set a timer and free-write for 15 or 30 minutes without stopping. Begin your post with “I write because . . . ” or start it any other way you wish.

Just got lucky!

In response to Mondays Finish the Story weekly prompt.

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I watched the vulture looking at me hungrily as I lay on the ground bleeding and injured. I’m alive. What day is it? Was it an hour? A day? A week ago since the Mohingans waged a war against the Gayogohono tribe?

Numb and exhausted, I begged like the Earth— parched with thirst— would plead for rain as I looked up the cloudless sky stretching to the horizon. Ironically, the day turned bright and sunny as opposed to the crimson sight of lifeless and mangled tribesmen of Gayogohono.

Perched on a fence post, the vulture looked down on me, waiting for my tumultuous end. Hundreds of these scavenging birds of prey are circling and feasting on poor carcasses but this one remained staring at me with its menacing eyes.

“Is it my time?” I asked blankly.

Amidst the mortal wreckage of civilization, under the excruciating heat of the sun, a voiced echoed from a distance. It was soft but loud enough to raise my hopes.

“I’ll take that as a ‘no’ then,” I murmured. “Sorry pal, not your lucky day. “

And the vulture flew away.

Word Count:  169


Mondays Finish the Story is a unique flash fiction challenge hosted by Barbara Beacham where they provide you with a new photo each week and the first sentence of a story. The challenge is to finish the story using 100-150 words, not including the sentence provided. This challenge runs from Monday to Sunday! Get creative and have fun finishing the story!

Enjoy more stories here.

Sunday Ride

In response to Sunday Photo Fiction’s weekly prompt.

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Sunday morning started out well as the sun came slanting through the blinds. It was one of those impossibly gorgeous mornings of perfect temperature and light breeze— not a cloud in the sky. Sarah found her bedroom slippers and shuffled to the kitchen to pour her a cup of coffee, looking forward to a laid-back day.

From the kitchen window, she watched a heron glide above sun-drenched water and couldn’t help a smile. “Beautiful”, she said.

“So are you.” replied a voice that she knew very well. Turning around, she met a pair of smiling blue eyes— the same old eyes she fell in love with three decades ago.

“What are you wearing?!” she shrieked, staring at her husband wearing a top hat, waistcoat, long jacket, and polished shoes, “you look like a man from the sixties.” His lips creased to a smile, “My wife, I am a man from the sixties,” he answered, “Come on out, I have a surprise for you.” He led her outside, his hands covering her eyes.

Standing in front of the house, his hands left her eyes while his gaze led her to his surprise. On the ledge, beside their bedroom window, is an old penny farthing that brought her a wave of nostalgia. “Ohh, Tom, you fixed it.”

“Happy 30th anniversary, dear,” he whispered and planted a kiss on her cheeks, “now go on and change, your ride’s waiting.”

Word Count: 236


Sunday Photo Fiction is a weekly writing challenge hosted by Alastair Forbes where a photo is used as a prompt for a piece of fiction using around 200 words. The piece doesn’t have to center around exactly what the photo is, it can be just used as a basis for a story.

PS. It’s been a while since I joined tale-weaving prompts. It’s great to be back. 🙂

Enjoy more stories here:

By the Dots: The em dash

In response to The Daily Post prompt: We all have strange relationships with punctuation — do you overuse exclamation marks? Do you avoid semicolons like the plague? What type of punctuation could you never live without? Tell us all about your punctuation quirks!


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© Paul Heaton

The em dash. I’ve always liked the structure it creates and the emphatic conclusion it conveys in a sentence. Among the punctuation marks, the em dash is the most versatile, and with the right context, it can substitute commas, parentheses, or colons—in each case with a different effect.

However—as much as you’d like to—you can’t overuse the em dash or you’ll end up with pair of mayhem and confusion in your sentence. If it’s not too intrusive, I’d probably be using the em dash a whole lot more myself.

Among my favorites is a post I had a year ago entitled, It takes six men before you meet your lucky 7—or not. You won’t find a lot of em dash in this post but notice how the em dash in the title plays with your imagination. Intriguing? 😉

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© thelala.com

As for the semicolon, I have not paid much attention to it until I came across an article about a nonprofit movement that represents hope and love to those who are struggling with challenges such as depression, suicide, addiction and self-injury,  called Project Semicolon. According to this global movement—which I specifically love,

“A semicolon is used when an author could’ve chosen to end their sentence, but chose not to. The author is you and the sentence is your life.”

Currently, I’m working on with my relationship with semicolon and I can’t wait to see the day to have it tamed. Until then, Shakespeare, Frost, Hardy, Keats, Byron— and all great poets get to earn my jealousy.

Sisterhood of the World Bloggers Award: A ‘thank you’

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I’m a recluse blogger when I first started this site. I only wanted a retreat from life’s hustle and bustle and was just looking for another way to express my endless musings other than scribbling them on a tissue. But as I came to know fellow bloggers who are both awesome and endowed, and became a part of a community who lifts you up and inspires, I felt a bigger purpose unveiling inside me. I wanted to be fearless. I wanted to express my thoughts free of worry. I wanted to hone my writing and learn from them. I wanted this blog to be my abode in being myself. And, indeed, blogosphere has become a home to me. Continue reading “Sisterhood of the World Bloggers Award: A ‘thank you’”

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