From an Airport

I stopped writing for a while. Half because I got busy, half because, I don’t know. I stopped feeling like a writer.

I’m in an airport as I write this, but won’t be anymore when you read it. I’m on my way to Ho Chi Minh city in Vietnam, where I will rendezvous with my mom, my sister Amy, and my brother Marvin. My flights were booked later and as a result, I’m travelling separately from them.

Sooner or Later

Every so often, I’ll have an idea for a story. This has been happening since long before I wrote. The ideas usually come right before bed or as soon as I wake up. I think it’s because that’s when I’m not busy with everything that normally occupies my mind. Unfortunately, it’s been a while since I’ve had a new story idea, but I had one this morning.