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It’s 11:50pm of a Sunday and I’m here at the office because I felt that I had something to write, but not really sure what it is. Just watched the movie HEARTS IN ATLANTIS which was based on a novel by Stephen King. It was one of those slow movies that could have been shown on RPN9 and something we could have watched on one of those slow Saturday afternoons.

There was something about the story of the boy, his childhood, his growing up, his finding a mentor, his first love, that was compelling. King has told this same story in various forms. He told the same story in THE BODY and it was a the same setting in THE IT. There’s something about going back one’s childhood that’s… that seems to be the story that I want to tell.

But which one?

The TAGG story?

The “Darna's barkada” story?

The “Comic Book Café” story?

They all seem to be the same story, told from different points of views.

Then again, that’s what King did. He was able to tell a horror story and a coming of age adventure story using the same background and setting.

So, it’s just a matter of, as Gaiman said, writing it down and finishing the story.

I came here to night because a story wanted to be told.
I just don’t know which one.

How does it start?
How does it end?


"I'm falling off the world for ten days to get something written. Not sure if I'll be able to post from where I'll be hiding out (or even if I'll be able to get e-mail there.) " --Neil Gaiman

Wish I could say the same thing.
Wish I could do the same thing.

To get away from it all just so I can write down my stories.

But I should be so picky.

Stephen King had to endure years of writing while working in the laudromat.

Maybe I can settle for this while I still don't have the "luxury" that other writers have.
For now, I will have to settle for the silence of the office on a Sunday evening.


Talking about comic books...

Gerry talks about life online and all the crazy stuff in his message board, while Arnold talks about making comic books and the other prime movers in Filipino comic books today.





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