"Lav, its time to put your pen down. Give yourself a break please!"
I struggle to continue for the next line I have to write. It always goes like this: My mom would send me snacks and I will lose the original plot I have in mind.
I got confused at the first line of the first page of this new story I want to write. I read it out loud, 'I am bound to fall in love again with words that fascinates me.'
"Love? I'm not thinking of writing a romance, right? Or have I gone for so long that I think romance are trending and have the most views nowadays?"
No! I frustratingly covered my eyes with my palms. I should write simple mysterious stories and stories that somehow makes sense. A story that makes sense is the one who doesn't always involve romantic love. Well, that's just for me.
Now something is definitely wrong with my pen. I did not notice my Mom standing right behind me if she did not laugh briefly. She was reading the words that I have written in my new notebook.
"What's funny Mom? Its not like I'm going to publish this one day. You know I'm not going to do that."
She tapped my back and gave me a knowing look.
"Well, if that's what you say . Why would you bother writing it though? Do you want some novels exclusive for yourself?"
I shook my head and slowly raise my hand, ready to write another word and create some background and world I only knew in my imagination.
"This is a sudden hobby Mom. Like whenever I want to create something I know the movie won't create for me, I do it for myself. I write it down and I know, I create scenes much better than those movies we watch every weekend."
She approves of everything I do and maybe that is the reason why I can openly say everything to her. She's literally one of the best mothers out there.
"Maybe its time for you to venture for a new genre Lav. There's no harm in trying."
I sighed and nodded at my Mom. She closed the door after she said that and I am quietly hynotized by the window. I unconcsiously look for the scenery outside.
Is this the result of being with my cousins who believe in the power of love? Errr that's cringe. Yeah but... like my Mom said there's no harm if I try something new.
I have written it anyway and there's no way I would like to write this on apps or whatsoever modern technology offers. I'd like to keep my stories in this notebook. I like it when my words are carefully written and not rushed.
I like to keep the ideas going as I continue to write with my hands and with this pen that I'm holding. I don't want to be distracted with someone or anything. Just like Mom did a minute ago, but here it is.
I will continue this later because right now, my focus has been diverted and I don't know how to put it back. Unless I let myself do things slowly it won't come back. The enthusiasm. It won't come back easily like how it is a new day suddenly.
With the loud music consuming my ears, I grunted as I sit back from laying down. It was a new unfortunate morning. It did not stop me from going to my study table though. There, I found my notebook closed and my pen beside it neatly organized.
My Mom organized this for sure. She always check for me every now and then frequently, even when we are at school, she always like to check on us. Her kids. I would get messages to eat on time and be safe. She's such a sweet Mom.
Although I despise using a phone, I accept it when my mom messages me. In this world where technology continues to attract many, I am among who is not pleased about it. People just stay on their screens all the time. I don't like it.
The world they are living in, is polished and full with standards that are not applicable in real situations. I have observed everyone using it and though it has benefits I don't like it so why would I bother using something like that right?
I like spending my time with my family more than using gadgets. And with that in mind, I continue to write the next words and scenes that seems like a better movie.
After not being satisfied with the scenes I have written, I stood from my seat. Its getting dark and my friends will be here soon.
Let me check who's coming. I have it written on my daily planner.
Have fun with Andy, Floriece and Jonathan. That is few and simple and little bit like a sarcasm for myself.
I should have written something that is exciting or motivating. I can't keep on being idle.
What brings us together really is Andy herself. She would like to have a weekly reunion as she calls it even though we frequently see one another.
At the campus, we are inseparable and that's on weekdays.
And now its weekend, we still make time to bond even though schoolworks are overwhelming enough.
"Lav, the cookies they will burn if you don't get them out of that oven!"
I was spacing out, I forgot the cookies and the time.