I wanted to write something for my Mom on Mother's Day. The thing is, one can't do it just because one wants to... ewan ko ba. I've started, and then scrapped it, then started again and again. Parang ang labnaw. Now I understand what inspiration is. Or maybe not what it is but how it works. If it's there, the words will flow, like taking dictation from somebody else and your job is simply to put them down on paper, or in this case, punch them on the keys.



Now this is not to say that my Mom doesn't inspire me... of course she does. But I can't hand her anything bordering on mediocrity. It will feel like buying her a gift on my way home from work... a harriedly and hurriedly thought of gift that wouldn't mean anything... it's bad enough that it will be another store-acquired gift. Might as well have given her a chainsaw for all it's worth. So for now, I'll just write the storyline of whatever it is I wanted to write for her.

Happy Mother's Day Mommy!

I love you.

After all, in my heart of hearts, that's all I really mean to say.