Writer’s Block

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Have you ever just felt the urge to write something, but do not quite know what to write about? You want to write something, to just express everything, but just don’t quite know where or how to start…

So all you have are beginnings. This potential to become a prose, but they never seem to reach to a completion.. They just stay backspaced, and all you have is nothing.

I have been experiencing this for quite some time now. I may be experiencing the “writer’s block” syndrome. I mean really it is of no big deal, because it is not like many of you actually read my blog or if any even…

So really there is no pressure from you readers, however, the battle of being unable to produce a written prose and the urge to craft one is becoming a problem. Many times I want to produce a written blog, but fail to do so.

Whatever this is, I am battling it with my readings. I have been reading a lot, and I just took a break for a week now because I figured I have to change this repeated tasks I am living. However, I just cannot wait to read my next novel.

Perhaps, reading has become a hobby or a habit, while my writing abilities has deteriorated… I guess I just need balance.

This is jasminedelacerna, signing off<3

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Got Boredom? Read Complexities

Since I started reading complex fiction, it has now come to my attention that my mind is rather fascinated by stories including histories, time travels, real-life underlying problems as opposed to my usual high school life reads.

I guess if I let myself read something out of my usual, progressing my mind with every book, going back to the “easies” are rather boring. They become uninteresting, as I endlessly flip through virtual pages waiting for the story to end.

It may have something to do with my age though… I am almost 21 and obviously my interests are growing too. Dramas are always welcome, but I guess the settings and the underlying situations are the most significant factors here.

My mind is uninterested into high school chatters, gossips, and puppy loves. Well.., maybe puppy loves I supposed are only interesting when there is an immense dilemma in action. A war maybe… A reincarnation… Time Travels? Mind Puzzling Crimes? Illnesses focusing on living life to the fullest..

However, those silly loves are only but for a moment on those stories. Those stories are usually engrossed with such time and emotion that if love is focused, it is the pure and rich kind. The love where you know is worth keeping.

So to my best of abilities, I am going to diligently find books in the future, that is approved by my progression. Reading on the “easies” may be a break, from the rich complexities of the intelligent writers, but they do not seem to fascinate me (not anymore). They are just I guess nothing but “breaks” nowadays.

– jasminedelacerna

Reminiscing while Waiting

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            Ever felt like your past has so much more lessons to teach you? That chapter of your life may have ended, but your mind keeps rehearsing certain moments, what you could have done differently, if only you knew what was coming… Those questions always circling around your head, followed by the feeling of regret.

            Maybe it has been months, years, or decades, but your mind has not moved on from the past yet. It keeps dragging you back to the memories you chose to forget. They keep taking you back to a time where love was present, and you compare it to now. You feel so stagnant.

            Then you question yourself and God, when will the “next big thing” arrive? Not necessarily a new love, maybe something that will momentarily take your mind off from your history. Moments that will finally keep you moving and looking forward.

            Waiting periods may even pay off in the long run. I guess it allows us to appreciate and cherish the people, things, and events that are yet to come. Human beings tend to take for granted each other and each blessing placed in our lives.

            So for now, we are stuck with waiting. Maybe it is not so bad after all. If you ask me, as I wait, I enjoy myself with things like reading. Reading makes me live in different lives. I live the life of the main character/narrator, giving me some fictional experience, and those are more than enough for me.

This is jasminedelacerna, signing off ❤

Comfort of Familiarity

This is my first blog, and it is already getting personal. Ha! Definitely making the best of this.

I have my shared moments of regrets, brokenness, and crazy. Those never left my mind though. They are not just a memory where people can retrieve over time. Flashbacks force me to remember them, and it feels like my mind keeps going through them. For whatever reason, I do not know, but maybe I have a lot more lessons to learn than I think.

They usually make me feel bitter about myself. Because those oh… so… precious memories are not very precious. They are my imperfections, faults, and sometimes the good times too. Well… about 90% precious and 10% “junk”.

Writing I noticed that my prose and poems consisted of the past. Probably because I have never been to the future before, so there is not much to talk about in the fast forward realm other than my goals, hopes, and dreams, and I had a lot of that growing up, as I scribble on my paper on “what I want to become when I grow up” in elementary school.

However, the past… that I could retrieve and talk about. Even if every single one of my will is against it. I seem to focus on the ancient history of life and events. Probably because even though the past is excruciating to watch and remember, they are familiar and my mind finds comfort in familiarity oh… so… very much. So I guess you could say that my mind is obsessed with the comfort of the excruciating past. Yup, that sounds about right.

You will be reading a lot of past and present experiences and futures hopes in this blog. Mostly mine, but they are always universal. I do not go into personal details about my own experience, generality is such a beauty, so why waste it?

This is Jasmine De La Cerna, Signing Off ❤