No More Novelette
I quit making my own novelette! My plan is a fiction that has a theme about love and friendship… (like The Little Prince?) Something romantic… But I could not make it! Grrr… Don’t you think that being a writer is one of the most difficult professions? (uuyy, profession daw?) I don’t know where to get inspirations… (laughs)
No more novelette today! I think making a love story is not really my forte! I mean, I can write but I’m not satisfied. I wrote the prologue and several romantic lines but I don’t know how to sew each one of them to make it as a short novel. Do you want to hear some? Here… I entitled it as “Charm’s Bracelet” (don’t think it’s from my own story.. it’s just from my imagination) 
(PROLOGUE)
A sad midnight, that is, on the ninth month of the year, when Charm woke up from her dream. A gradual air of loneliness filled her room when she remembered someone from her past. Then she took a small casket from her drawer. Inside of it was a bracelet made up of turquoise stones and tiny butterfly-shaped crystals. Grief started to embrace her more and more as she spoke: “How could I forget you?” She threw the bracelet on the floor and went back to sleep… crying.
(RANDOM LINES AND PHRASES)
“He decides to walk from her, for the more he sees her face, the more he hears her laughter, the more his love for her deepens.”
He wrestled with his emotions, “Will this be the right thing to do? Shall I let anger eat up my affection? No! I shall rise and tell her that my life is incomplete without whiffing into the fragrance of her presence. I love her so.”
“Stars from north and south could not come together. Yes, we’re like stars from opposite direction. We cannot be together. So I guess this is goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye.”
As you read it, it’s a sad story. Hmmm maybe I could make a better one next time.
In A Hot Desert, There Hides a Well
“And now, here’s my secret, a very simple secret: It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.” The Fox
I was thinking of writing my own novelette, when I made this late-night reading of one of my favorite books, The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry. Actually, it was last night that I remembered it, so I drew out this tiny book from my bookshelf. Like any inspired writers, I lied on my bed–heard nothing but silence–and waited for a long hour of an apparition of words and phrases that I long to merely give ideas to my own story. I have read this book twice, yet it was just last night that I really appreciated it. I loved the plot and the important character–the Little Prince, respectfully.
On his journey, I learned several lessons. The author made use of riddles and figurative speeches, which may be really hard to understand in just one reading. Contemplating through each word and line, I discovered sweet and simple revelations from the author. Well, maybe I could use this very inspiring paradox, that was stated above, in my writings. Most likely, I want to pattern some of my ways of writing to his styles and to his points of view, until I could produce my own style that’s certainly unique!
By the way, my favorite part was when the Little Prince tamed with the fox who revealed an indeed wonderful secret of life. His last words for the little prince (which are stated above) astonished me and led me to being marvelled to the creative imagination of the creator. I connected his saying to what the little prince said in chapter 24 of the book. Let me quote it; it’s my favorite. “What makes the desert beautiful”, said the little prince, “is that somewhere it hides a well.” Did you see the sparking connection of both lines? If not, close your eyes and look by your heart.
What made this parable significant to my reflective thoughts is when the author just simply appreciated life–from his drawing of the boa constrictors from the inside and out, up to the simple illustration of a sad landscape of the desert– and this is the style I’ve been saying that I wanted to embrace. This means, noticing and seeking for the hidden beauty of simple and complex things in life. The real beauty of life can be seen by those who truly appreciate it… even if it looks terrible for others. Some people, they just want and believe on what they see. Unless it is seen by their naked eyes, they wont believe and understand. Unless they see a well or an oasis, they will forever curse the desert.
Today, let’s picture ourselves midst the desert of life. It is never funny to walk in a place away from any human inhabitation, where the sun rises and almost toasts our skins. But have we ever considered the nice thought of walking along with fun people, like the little prince, who will accompany us in our journey and lay with us in the sand dunes until night? Have we ever thought of moving our feet and find the hidden well somewhere of it? Well, these are only examples of appreciating the desert. I liked also how the author made similar the color of the desert into the color of the honey. Sweet!
What is essential is invisible to the eyes. We need an invisible God whom we need in our journey in the desert… so that we could have the heart of looking for a well… a well somewhere in the desert of life.
