A Pinoy Blog About Nothing

No, not Britney’s but Gaiman’s:

Right now, I have an IQ of about four. I’m leaving things that should be in the oven in the fridge, and vice versa. Cups of tea are made and never drunk, or remembered hours later. I answered the door holding the book I’m currently writing in, signed for a fedex package — some proofs for the Nebula Anthology, in which an American Gods story is being reprinted, — and then spent fifteen minutes walking around the house looking for the blank book I had been holding, which turned out to be cunningly hidden underneath the empty fedex envelope in the hall. This normally happens when I’m writing fiction, to some degree or other.

One of these days, I hope to hit that zone.
Soon.
My flight leaves this weekend.

Away from Philippine politics.
Away from disappointing friends people.
Away from cellphones.
Away, away, away.

I’m going to Disneyland! (Or Epcot Center at least…)

I shall try to do some writing between quality time with my lady love.
Yes. It’s going to be a great Christmas!