One writer's block

There's this YouTube video I recently saw about a science fiction writing class delivered by a lecturer at BYU. He spoke about a lot of things, about components of a story, promises, progress, payouts, and plots. From many things he said, one line stuck with me. How long do you think an editor can recognize a writing result, whether from a seasoned writer or a new writer? The answer is almost always right away. A reader may be more forgiving because they may tend to keep reading even though it sucks, but an editor usually is not.  Like many things in life, when you want to be good at something, small progress done consistently is better than big chunks of work intermittently or even ad hoc. Hence, I would like to revisit once again my younger self's dream job, which is to be a writer, which is how this post came to life. It's been years since I last wrote on this blog. Life has taken its toll on me. Writing is no longer an outlet for me to escape from daily mundane work, n...

Prologue can be found here . Part 1 "Good afternoon to you, too, darlin'" He touched her finger that was still pointed at his chest, "Still manage to scare the day out of me, I see." She smiled. Too sweetly. "Are you trying to get us killed? Not a good day to die, you say?" She grabbed his newspaper and pretended to find anything interesting in the headline. Some creep robbed some poor bank. Some died in a car crash. "I have to admit I have no idea what you're saying, darling." He brushed off easily, "and if you'll excuse me, I have other things to attend, presumably more important than pretty lady like you." "Not so fast, Morocco." She loosen the bow of her large brimming hat, took it off and stole a quick kiss on his lips before resorting to a look called calm. He's quite taken aback, especially considering that that kiss might be a sealed deal to unknown party, confirming that he is indeed ...

... that there are things that were not supposed to be said or done, but yet there are lots of things that were not supposed to be regretted. I always tried not to left my wish list things unattended, err.. I mean.. not accomplished. But these days, I kept forgetting my long-lost-wishes and thrown back to doing mundane things every day every week every friggin year. So here I am, trying to fulfill one of the biggest wish of my life, becoming a writer. ...Eh, ternyata susah ya, bok! Ya menurut lo? Hahaha, okay I'm not a strong-willed person apparently, but the idea kept bugging me over the years. And by the way I do know there are even people that are far more talented that I am, even within my friendship circles. But that's okay, I learned a lot from 'em. And by learning I mean copying their styles x) Speaking of which, this is actually why I wrote this post in the first place. I found glimpses of words in my Ipod, written a couple of months back, and I never.. NE...