"Writer" by Siudajstej
finella has never been good at writing. she always stutters, eats her words, and churns out her polysyllabic letters. she is not a writer after all. her stories zigzag from climax to the beginning, her ideas embarrass the philosophical world of socrates and plato, her beliefs tend to conform with mediocrity, her words are jumbled letters of double negatives, her mind is a barren field of unfinished short stories and silly drama novels...to cut things short, she is below par of the privileged many who can write like the lightning such as woolf, tagore, murakami, and ong.
but finella has one brain, two eyes, two ears, one nose, one mouth, one heart, one vertebrae, one stomach, one liver, two kidneys, two-hundred and six bones, and two legs. she has no flair in mixing up poetic words and rearranging mismatched sequences of stories unlike barrios, zafra, and duque. but she has the tools to paint disarrayed words of love, freedom, hate, happiness, knowledge, and loneliness...tools to let everyone in the know of her day-to-day encounters through her humble little online blog...tools to survive this world of words of woes and wins.
yet clearly finella has little knowledge about sentence structure, word usage etc. that people like soho, maglipon, and severino possess. she wasn't trained to write with correct grammar usage and articulate english words that embody its philippine counterparts.
but nevertheless finella is a writer who writes without rules and boundaries, without concern of what should click, without the proper way of narrating events and citing references, and without formal blahs about writing.
finella is a writer like everyone else including you.
