Blackhole

It hits me just now, I should write about this. I realize that starting today, I don't have the luxury of time anymore. I'm juggling between my work and getting a real work. Also, I'm working on my loan application which is twice the burden. I cannot understand why the government is offering "support" while squeezing too much money out of its people. (But that's another story)

I honestly do not worry much on those stuffs more than I worry if I could still devote a peaceful time for writing. I have two stories brewing in my head:

1. Revision of the story (creative non-fiction) which I presented in the previous workshop.

2. Writing a love story using a first-person account, in letter format.

September 30 is the killer deadline. I know it's all about time management, but writing to me is more about letting your feelings flow regardless of schedule. Haaaayy, I somehow hate how time has to flow. Sometimes, I wish to just lock myself in moments I don't ever wanna end. Don't you?