It’s the end of July! There’s a three weeks’ gap in between! People, I’ve deserted this blog for a good three weeks! Ouch.
I’m sorry if I’ve kept you waiting. I know exactly how it feels, that the wait sucks, that waiting sucks, because I’d made myself wait, too.
In the last three weeks, I was waiting for miracles to happen, when the atheist and pragmatist in me should have told me earlier, that miracles are of nonexistence. The naïve me went out on a limb, jeopardizing myself — well, virtually — in the hands of a few morons. Sorry, but I have to be frank, because these fellas were utter morons. And I bet you can now sense in me an energy surrounding these, an anger that has yet to subside.
Trust has been violated. My heart was broken. I wept. But I’m getting over with it. I’m moving on. My family and close friends are there for me.
So, just so you wonder, during my absence here, I was out there getting my soul hurt, and at the same time, straining myself at the new job I’d embarked upon earlier this month. I’d had to work on weekend, to travel for official duty without an early notice. Not that I’m whining here, please don’t take me wrong, but I just want to let you know that things haven’t been easy on me. The transparency just isn’t there when there’s not much time, when there are so many stories I can’t possibly write and have not, or never, even blogged about.
I am where now I am. A different industry. A relatively new field and a new position that entails a relatively different job scope, with occasional out-of-town trips and two hours of commuting every day. I’m learning new stuff every day, too; hence, the mental and physical exhaustion. Now I’m no longer writing full time; writing, though still required, no longer takes center stage at my day job. The point is, I decided to redeem myself, career-wise, by taking up something a little different. It’s not the same as being a writer and a copywriter — where I was.
|The new job has taken me to Ipoh ... More trips to Ipoh to come, for sure.|
All of this, I believe, is going to make it even harder for me to let go of writing, of writing on this blog. Writing is a part of me, my catharsis, through which I let my creativity and imagination run free after hours of bureaucratic and corporate restraints.
I value trust — since I’ve been hurt — and I know the trust between a writer and her readers is important. Here’s my promise: In three days, there’ll be a new post and a recipe from me. In fact, this coming post has been in draft since July 7, and I’ve been writing it on and off, at home and at work and on my head while driving to and fro work. It's about there. I’ve been a doing terrible job, I know.
Anyhow, before I go, here are a few interesting stuff (well, at least to me) that I’d like to share with you. If you’ve been following me on Twitter, you’ll know I’d tweeted about these a while back.
- “On Writing,” by Tara Austen Weaver, a favorite blogger and writer and fellow foodie of mine. She pretty much nails it down on her blog Tea and Cookies, on how she and many other writers write. And I, of course, can totally relate to that.
- “How to Steal Like an Artist and Nine Other Things Nobody Told me,” by Austin Kleon, a thought-provoking post that feeds your soul with powerful observation and inspiring ideas. (Thanks to Molly Wizenberg of Orangette for sharing this.)
- “The Alot Is Better Than You at Everything,” by the witty Allie Brosh, whose blog Hyperbole and a Half is well loved for its tongue-in-cheek humor and brisk approach to storytelling. If you’re walking on the same wavelength as me, you will be laughing out loud as you read this post. (Thanks to Maria — my ex-colleague, a fellow writer, and a good friend — for sharing this.)
I’ll talk to you again in a few days, as promised. In the meantime, have a fabulous week ahead!