Harold’s Mansion, Dumaguete City
9:59 AM
The 48th National Writers Workshop is over. What better way to start writing something at random than with a picture of myself holding a pink umbrella in the middle of the open sea.
Last night, all 15 fellows and some friends gathered at Hayahay Bar and Grill for beer and reggae, right after the “graduation” ceremonies were concluded. I went back to the hotel early, with two weeks’ worth of drinking taking its toll on my insides. That gave me some time to think over what has happened over the past couple of weeks; those lessons I have learned, the friends I made, and what the future holds for me.
Waxing lyrical and emotional? Nah… but like anything with a modicum of importance to my life, some thoughts are worth writing about.