I'm not sure how I do it but, I do write whatever that comes to mind.  Whether it's poetry, essay or short story... I tackle my moods accordingly.  And most of the time I don't even stop to see whether I used the correct elements of composition and grammar.  If it feels right, then I let it stand.

I guess that makes me the virtual writer that I pictured myself here.  Never serious, even to my own works.  I see life the way I live it... with a smile, a cupful of humor and forward thinking.  Although it may sound otherwise at times, I think of things as how they should be, no matter what.  And if I should have periods of absences for the blogs I hold in my fictitious name, that's because I truly do not have anything to say.

Since high school I played around with words.  At college when I had a musical band of sorts, I put tunes on somebody's poetry to pass up as songs.  But I also did my own words those times too.  Nothing beats penning one's own compositions for other people to hear and critique.  If you were in such an endeavor you'd agree with me that singing your own songs were the most fulfilling.  Yet, like all yesterday's whims... it faded away as soon as I got my diploma and set off to find my destiny.

I used to write poems only to woo my crushes and love interests.  Back then I didn't even think that there would be possibilities that anyone beyond me might inquire about my emotions and reasons about a work or two.  Like most painters, I let stand each work and let others find their own interpretations.  A work of art... is a work of art, or so I often rationalise!  It's not all easy nor difficult to create a complete thought.  Whether in English or Tagalog... so long as an idea is there and you're willing to explore its ups and downs.  And sometimes, that doesn't even equate its ends.  Editing polishes any body of art, so to speak.  But since I'm no professional writer myself, I cannot put into words the how-to's and wheretofore's.  I'm still learning, like you.

In spite for my love of fantasy books I know I have a long way to go in improving my chosen genre of writing.  Ideas abound the Nebulae (our subconsciousness).  If you are one who views visions in your dreams and remember them after you wake up, that's a fine start in having a rough block of literary exercise.  In my opinion, nightmares appear in black and white or surreal, while good dreams come in rich color and rainbowed realms.

If you want to be a writer, poet or both, always do your best and don't stop editing till you're satisfied.  Get second and third opinions from your friends (if you're open to that) before printing or submitting it.  For myself though, I do what I feel stands firm.