**As published in Sunstar:
http://www.sunstar.com.ph/baguio/opinion/2013/04/14/brett-pens-blocks-and-word-madness-277554
I HAVE been on a writing hiatus for quite sometime now. It wasn’t because I was preoccupied. This is not also the first time it happened. It actually occurs more often than I would have wanted to. I love to write. I love to share. I love to see how a reader or two out there could somehow relate to the sentiments and two cents I inject in the pieces I share. No feeling is better than knowing that in one way or another, you can strike a familiar chord with someone because of something you might have said. This is the main drive that has so far pushed me to write.
Well this seemingly long break comes from the fact that all of a sudden, I didn’t have anything interesting to write about. When I write, I don’t limit myself to genres and categories. I pen stuff that dwell mostly on culture and lifestyle—random ideas that I get while riding a bus, while eating a cup of noodles, while picking my nose, or from subconscious thoughts that I have before falling into that oblivion called sleep (which I eventually forget upon waking up).
http://www.sunstar.com.ph/baguio/opinion/2013/04/14/brett-pens-blocks-and-word-madness-277554
I HAVE been on a writing hiatus for quite sometime now. It wasn’t because I was preoccupied. This is not also the first time it happened. It actually occurs more often than I would have wanted to. I love to write. I love to share. I love to see how a reader or two out there could somehow relate to the sentiments and two cents I inject in the pieces I share. No feeling is better than knowing that in one way or another, you can strike a familiar chord with someone because of something you might have said. This is the main drive that has so far pushed me to write.
Well this seemingly long break comes from the fact that all of a sudden, I didn’t have anything interesting to write about. When I write, I don’t limit myself to genres and categories. I pen stuff that dwell mostly on culture and lifestyle—random ideas that I get while riding a bus, while eating a cup of noodles, while picking my nose, or from subconscious thoughts that I have before falling into that oblivion called sleep (which I eventually forget upon waking up).