Pounding The Keyboard

       I learned that there’s an upcoming Komikon (November 12, 2017 at Bayanihan Center; click HERE for their Facebook page), and   I found myself rereading my old comics stories, which some pages were almost faded now. I probably wrote more than a thousand short stories and a few novels (probably around thirty) during my writing stint at Graphic Arts Services, Inc (GASI). I was very prolific then (like many of comics artists then, writers and illustrators), there would be times when I would be writing probably five short stories (4-page stories)   a day. My forte then was horror and fantasy stories. I wrote and wrote and wrote that time. I wrote while watching TV or listening to music, I wrote while at work. I would take   a bath and before I could finish, I already had ideas for three short stories. Even a   flea jumping out of my dog or watching somebody cross the street would give me ideas, then. I would even develop a   story while watching a movie or while having a conve

      “Eclipse” has been my message tone for many years, it is why I often delay in reading and answering the text messages I receive, I always let the song finish first. The closer to one of the greatest albums of all time, its message, as I interpret it, is simple: all that you’ve worked hard for, all that you’ve achieved, all that you’ve created, all that you own, all that you love could vanish instantly—one mistake, one tragedy, one accident, one sudden deadly illness  and everything would disappear and everything you ever did and the summation of everything you are will be rendered meaningless. No matter how in tune your life is at the moment, there’s always   this strong possibility (or certainty) that it will soon be fucked up.       It’s nihilism at its best,   yes.   But it’s still a great song. ECLIPSE All that you touch And all that you see All that you taste All you feel And all that you love And all that you hate All you distrust All you save And