Good evening, readers (I started typing at 9:26 PM). I am Leann Dominic Peña, 18 years old, Filipino, soon-to-be third year college student in UPLB. I may look back at my internet life sooner or later, but what’s important now is that I have shared this to myself, and you, dear readers, what’s going on in my mind. This post is my very first blog, so you know, handle me with care–be gentle.
DO NOT GO GENTLE INTO THAT GOOD NIGHT
~Dylan Thomas
If you’re expecting to see the poem here, don’t; I’m going to stick to the prose experience topic. So, why did I mention the first line of Dylan Marlais Thomas’ “Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night”? I mentioned it simply because my ideas are four years old now, and not much–yes, not much–has been properly transcribed. I am afraid that these ideas might “go gentle into that good night”, in the recesses of my mind where I can’t reach them: my subconscious. If that did happen, I’ll just wish that the Vau Memory Vault’s bookkeeper (this will be a character in a book that I will give a few obsolete hints about in my future blogs) will play my ideas as a dream. I would really find it hard to scurry through my brain, rummaging through my thoughts, wondering which good names to pick and which ideas to obliterate; it would be less troublesome though, if I kept records of thoughts in my head, so maybe every time an idea or a name comes to mind, I’ll immediately scribble that in a piece of paper, no matter what the situation.
Maybe I should talk about my saga? Well, it has “a very nice story plot” and my friends “are very excited to have the story on their hands now so they could read the rest of it”. Unfortunately, friends, it’s definitely my first time to write such a sophisticated transcript, and I’m finding it hard. Many people are encouraging me to write that first chapter, but it’s just not there. I can’t help pausing to the thought that maybe I’m not cut out for writing. Maybe I’m cut out for other stuff, like algebra, geometry, trigonometry, and calculus (that’s the furthest I have studied), or maybe astronomy, biology, chemistry, and physics (though I’m pursuing a degree currently in Zoology), but this English thing is lost in me. Sure, I’m a well-rounded person in the intellectual aspect, but I was never inclined to doing sports, music, or arts. This was a reality I haven’t had come to terms with, which is why I’ve written this saga: to see myself doing these in a different perspective, to inspire myself to push through despite my crippled soul. Another reason for writing this saga would be my sister’s “sour disposition” towards me, my baby brother, and my parents, because despite being the eldest in the family, she’s the most spoiled, the child who was, more often than not, spared of the rod (it’s an idiomatic expression; at home, my parents use the leather belt “badas“, which is much less painful, but glob it burns). I have more reasons to write what I want to write, but I need to remind myself that these reasons are the chief reasons that tell me why I need to go on.
Many people are expecting my story. I can promise my dear readers that you are getting it. I can never be too sure about my feelings. I can never be too sure about the grammar. I can never be too sure about the future. But what I do know (and what you CAN know) is that the plot of the story of the first book takes place in the future: in 2046, and that it ends sometime 30+ years after. Time is an essential part of the story, so you bet it’s a SciFi, but that’s just one of the genres. It’s an Action-Adventure-Romantic-Comedy-SciFi-Fantasy-Thriller-Suspense-Detective story, at least that’s what I’m aiming at! Hahaha!
I’ll keep the story name a secret because plagiarism is so easy nowadays. So, guys, this is bub-bye for now.
Mabuhay ang Pilipinong manunulat.
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