I have reached the point of my career as a writer when I evaluate myself whether I can do better or not. I have had the plot of To Be Continued in my head for as long as I can remember. The story has undergone several revisions in my head, on my notes, in NaNoWriMo, and in my editing process. While perusing my work, checking every minute detail, I see how I weaved and reconstructed my story, I figure out how perfect and imperfect my characters are. I see my difference from other writers out there. The result is: I am humbled. I am still an amateur.
I have just posted Chapters 17 and 18 of TBC in Wattpad:
I only have to edit the last two chapters and I will reveal what kind of writer I am to the world. Am I cut out for this? Will I be able to resurface after harsh critiques out there judge my work? Will people even care that I write?
In my Literature classes, I was taught and I taught that in the Philippines, we have two literary principles:
Art for Art’s Sake
Art for the Society
Do I write for the sake of writing, or do I want to impart something to the world? At this point, I don’t even bother answering that question. The making of me as a writer sure has taken time.
All I know is that…the sequel of To Be Continued is already brewing in my head.