The Lighthouse

I’m a fisherman
lost in the midst
of dark velvet sky
and deep blue sea.
All’s dark,
there’s nothing
I can see.
Then your light
fin’lly reached me.
Since then
I tried
to follow,
reach you,
only.

04.12.2016
©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer

Photo credit: Unsplash

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First Fly

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“That’s your daddy, little man!”

My mom-heart swells when the eyes of my four-year old sparked in delight as he watched his father fly the red helicopter for the first time. From playing toy planes, now my beloved husband is flying his real one.

“Let’s go, Momma! Come on!!!” he giddily say as he pulled me towards our condo’s door where we gaze at the lovely, exciting scene.

“Not yet love, it’s not safe—.”

A loud ear-shattering blast. We looked up.

My son’s delighted eyes turned to widely horrified.

“Moooooom!!”

“No. No. It’s not your daddy. It cannot. I cannot be.”

Word count: 100

©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.

Photo credit: Iain Kelly


In response to Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers (FFfAW) August 30, 2016.

Rules:

  • a flash fiction challenge (stories in 100-175 words or less)
  • each story should have a beginning, a middle, and an end
  • no serial (continuation) stories
  • include a pingback to the challenge post

Thank you for hosting this awesome prompt, Priceless Joy! ❤ 

Read more short stories here:

Interview With Rosema Gonzales

I owe my two years of blogging to those lovely souls who never gave up on me! That includes my dear friend Mandi who has also interviewed me recently about writing, reading and blogging!

Go show her some love! ❤

P.S.
Thanks again, my friend!

Mandibelle16

Welcome to September and the third month of my bi-weekly interview series. I’m excited to share with you an interview of my good friend, talented writer, wonderfulperson, and wise woman: Rosema Gonzales from the Philippines. You can explore her blog at the following link: A Reading Writer .


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1. Rosema, Please Share With Us Some Things About Yourself?

I am my blog’s name: A Reading Writer. I read and write and in-between, eat cake and/or drink coffee.

I currently work for a small Public Relations firm as a Public Relations Associate and also a Public Relations Writer. I have a degree in journalism and I dream of becoming a newswriter someday; abonafide journalist. Although, I feel this goal could be a bit impossible, realistically speaking, but who knows?

When I’m not working, I’m blogging and…

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A Reading Writer’s 2-Year Journey

WARNING: This is a loooong post!

It has been eight years since I dreamed of having a blog. Something I can call my own. Honestly, I have fears of bashers and grammar Nazis. People who might critique my write-ups. People who might oppose my opinions. Yes, it took me those long years to have the courage to publish my thoughts, my views and my what-not’s. Now it will be all available for the viewing and reading netizens. I am now ready for either praises or rejections, for either wow! or boo!, for anything that this blogosphere has in store for A Reading Writer like me.

“There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.” – Maya Angelou, I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings

Now my agony has ended.

Two years ago, the post above titled Agony had been the first published piece in A Reading Writer. Looking back, I was like a brave, excited child dipping her toes in a cool yet fun swimming pool for the first time. Months after I posted several book reviews, knew some book bloggers, the excitement waned. After posting 36 posts in September 2014, the following months were almost left in vain.

Why?

Maybe because life happened. Or maybe because I lost the first splash of joy. Maybe like a tireless child blogging seemed not the wonderland that I thought it was. Instead of making it a regular hobby, I posted every now and then. Right until its first anniversary, I only have 100 followers!

Maybe because A Reading Writer for its first year existed, but it is not breathing yet.

Then came September 2015 which has been the turning point of this blog, and my writer life.

Turning Point

It was September 07, 2016. Writing 101’s first day asked: Why Do I Write? And my answer is:

Writing is like breathing with words.

Since then, that line has been engraved in my heart and mind. And Writing 101 made me embrace it, tight.

Because of Writing 101, I wrote my FIRST EVER flash fiction titled Seasons. I was in high school when I used to write stories through scripts, but after that, I forgot doing it and then! Geez. The excited kid in me was jumping up and down after I wrote that piece. 🙂

And I think it served as a wake-up call for me that, hey, I think I can write, creatively!

Seasons was followed by I think three or more fictions and it was all because of the support of these bloggers (SHOUT-OUT to my former W101 classmates!) :

My first Writing 101 has been AWESOME so I joined again the following month! 😀

And I am glad I did! Not just because I was able to practice writing but most of all because I met mooooore GREAT writers like:

BUT most especially… it was October 2015 when I met some special writers who have been my CONSTANT supporters and my DEAREST friends: 

(So October will be our first year anniversary guys! 😀

Road to Poetry

The first two Writing 101 courses have opened the doors of flash fictions for me. So because my writing fingers were jittery, I followed it up with Writing 201: Poetry and another Writing 101: Poetry!

I have come across several talented, encouraging and inspiring writers which include:

I have written poetic love letters (blushing) when I was in college but I bid goodbye to my poetic pen since I graduated. Real-life is harsh. But slowly, beginning October 2016, my poetic pen and my freshly awaken writer-self had a reunion. (And they never parted since then.)

People Behind The Blog

Some might think that just because I am the writer of this blog means I am the sole person behind its two-year journey. But I am not. Yes, I write and schedule posts. But behind A Reading Writer is a group of people who’ve been the keys on who A Reading Writer have become.

I know this is a looong post already but I don’t want to close this without mentioning again those who remained.

The writers I admire who take time to comment and read my work:

Most especially… my ever-CONSTANT readers who try to read each and every post. Those who never fail to tell me what is right and what is wrong. My own little circle of the most talented writers/poets who I am proud to call my PERSONAL bestfriends and sisters and brother…

…you guys are just the most beautiful souls!

I admire your works but more so your souls.

YOU are the reason why I write.

You are like the carbon dioxide that I inhale to create my oxygen-words.

I love you from the bottom of my chubby heart. ❤

On Ending a Writer’s Agony

Two years after I first posted for A Reading Writer, I think my writer-heart still keeps a box of agony. As Maya Angelou said: “There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.”

I think my muse is still keeping tons of untold stories, so yes, the agony is still there. But now I can handle it better.

Because I am within a lovely community, and I know my heart’s story is written by He.

CHEERS, everyone!!!

P.S. I’m done writing the 100 poems for my debut book! 😀