I get inspired to write during odd hours. It’s when everyone’s either asleep or when everyone’s talking and I am not included in the conversation. For some reason, ideas become clearer to me during those times. Probably the cacophony of sounds during conversations or the lack of it when everyone’s asleep.

Plus, smooth jazz stimulates my brain. So that’s on the background when I am writing.

When I had no computer to use yet, I remember buying cute little notebooks to write on. The one that I treasure the most I left in a retreat house back in junior high. It had so much in it that I cried when I realized I lost it. It’s like I lost a part of me. I still have the other notebooks. I even had a complete novel in one of it. My classmates in senior high used to pass it around because I write chapter by chapter. They would react to what I wrote and would demand to know what would happen next. Ha! Ha! Ha! Those were the days…