A Review of my Blog...

I have always said that I am going to be a writer when I grow up, albeit the lack of comma usage.  These days it is getting stronger that I feel I need to act on it instead of just blabbering about it.  So, I sent a link of my blog to my friend's hubs who is a published print and online writer. He also has more of that goey stuff in between his ears that I was able to pick up some business principles from him, that's for another post. I do appreciate an objective review of my work, otherwise I will just be trudging ahead without any sense at all.  Anyway, expect a rewrite of the reviwed post :). This is what he had to say about my writing:

Thanks for sharing your blog with me. I like it; your thoughts are hard hitting, your prose bebop-like in its rhythm. I do have some suggestions, however, based on the posts I read:

1. Your writing is sometimes a little opaque; it’s hard to know what you’re talking about. Take your Sep 12, 2009 @ 2:02 AM post as an example. I think this is a story about your little brother’s infidelity, but I’m not completely sure. Because I am not anchored in some concrete details (for example, who are the “he” and “she” mentioned in the piece), the abstract thoughts (e.g., “how can rules be laid down and be disregarded, irreverently neglected to follow a darker life?”) lose some of their power. Concrete details make writing come alive. Your Feb 14, 2009 post about the Mexican cab driver is an example of a good mix of concrete details and abstract thoughts.


2. I think your desire to remain anonymous hampers you a bit. For example, in the Aug 24, 2009 post, you tell us about the new café in the ground floor of the building in which you work. However, we can’t try the café or even imagine it because you don’t give us the name. You say that this café is part of a chain, but we don’t know what chain. The omission actually weakens your point about chains taking over in hard economic times. Your Sep 12, 2009 post is another example. You friend was “a witness to a failed test. A test of ruined relationships, battered emotions, her faith in God is intact …”  I don’t know what you mean by “a failed test.” In reading your blog, I feel that I am being teased. Behind the innuendo and missing details, there is a thoughtful and eloquent writer who is all but hidden, afraid to give important details of the lives of herself or those around her.


3. Beware of mixing metaphors: in the same Sep 12, 2009 piece, you begin with “Life is so complex that past and present collide making the future blurry, filled with uncertainty.” “Blurry” implies the future is a picture, but “filled with uncertainty” implies the future is a container, or a room. It would be better to choose one image and stick with it, as in “the past and present collide, covering the future with the dust of uncertainty and clouding one’s vision of it.”

As a reader, I would be interested in seeing how you connect the events the we share in common (like items from the news) to your ideas about life. That gives me a connection with you that I don’t get otherwise.

Keep up the good work. Hope this helps.

Thank you, indeed.

I am at it again..

Changing the design of this blog.. I tell you, the color of the current onedoes not seem to agree with me, it was on this design that I was able to express myself better.  I am a proponent of the idea that to be able to produce, the environment must be conducive for it.. So there..

Speaking of expressing myself, for a while I battled with the question as to WON I was writing to express or to impress.  Althogh, there is nothing impressive about this work, I had to step back and examine the true motivation for this effort.  A tool for expression, was the answer that I was able to glean.

I was nudged by my cousin about the irregularity of my posting, I just don't feel the urge, there is not much to tell, nor was the occurence present.  At this time it is back, I have rearranged my apartment, so I am inspired.. Wow, how profound. Spoken like a true writier.

Susan Lamott, of the bird after bird fame was at our church for a book signing to benefit the SJs.  She was the one who said that writing everyday was an advice that she received and the same one that she is giving.

I will try to get back on the wagon with a speed that even you will notice.

Of writers, authors, and bloggers..

Obit: Mailer « NEARSIGHTED BROAD

Norman Mailer has passed, earlier this year, the Death of a Salesman author passed, I thought it was Mailer, to anybody who knows me well that's normal, not the death of Norman but my lack of details. Anyway, I enjoyed Harlot's Ghost and the Death of a Salesman, reads of long ago.

Mailer in Harlot's xx  even showed me how to remember details by association, not that it lasted long.  Anyway, there are writers and there are writers, I noticed that modern writers these days are making things so simplistic, that the power of imagination is not even tickled. As what a friend said it is like a narcotic, a temporary feed to an additction.

I am discovering even bloggers in Wordpress and of course in blogspot. I am finding that there are professors who maintain their blog for their students. Some are authors for reference materials on subject matters like economics. I tried to recall books that I used for my academic preparation ages ago and only found a few, but a recent read called Freakonomics was mentioned and I am pleased with that, that I am getting my facts correctly.

I am tagsurfing on topics like faith, Catholic, life, food. And was drawn to such enlightening accounts of life and faith journey of some. I have also seen a change in tone of some of those that I follow, evidence that writing, especially if it's not recital of facts it can be a pure emotional exercise.

Oh well, I will be working on the backdoor next week, helping someone setup a website and a blog account . As s part of my geeky existence, I decided that I will continue moonlight, en gratis or for payment to create websites, content included, and everything else about computers. More on that later...

Now I am wondering if some writers will sell their soul, ho'ing to my friend, to get what they want instead of what they want to convey, or convey to get what they want.

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