Ways to Overcome System Errors When Writing

Dear Me, this is not good. I see this as a hiccup in my journey to the Cloud.- PhWriter11





It is very important to always check your software and app updates. Maybe someone out there also experienced or struggled the same way we did. Maybe yes, maybe not. I don’t know.  How many times did you attempt to be in TheWriters realm to buffer the frustration of writing? Have you ever struggled to reach for the invisible RelaxButton when things don’t seem to work as they should? Or maybe blamed the User-Infront-of the-Laptop who’s not working as they should have.

Did you know TheWriter always had bouts of writer’s block? We all have drafts and storyboards stored out in old laptops, computers or external drives. Some may even have hard copies of their scribbles and later do edits on their work.  That happens. That’s normal for writers.

There are times TheWriter will even park her pen, rest her mind,  look somewhere,  go someplace to recharge her thoughts. It may take a day or a week or years before the next pages of her writing come about. That happens. That’s normal for writers.

Do you think customer service or the technical support can calm down TheWriter with apologies when in the middle of  work comes power outage, system crash, software update or corrupted user login? It breaks the flow of thoughts. It’s like coming to the end of a beautiful river and you see mud. It’s like sniffing lavander flowers and then a pesky beetle bit your nose.

Maybe all these is wrong. Is there a reboot mode for this? Do you think TheWriter needs to do a raindance so the RainClouds will clear these technical issues? Why fix what’s not broken?

Clouds used to be nice, fluffy and like cotton candy. Now they have become harsh and unforgiving companions waiting in the shadow to snap at TheWriter when she’s writing. It’s like a dark voice of the unknown “An upgrade is pending, please grab a pen and paper to continue or go bake a cookie.”

But like any other day, just like TheWriter’s habit  and regular routine, you should  continue to write and ignore the challenges. At the end of the day after long hours of editing your work even with glitches and system errors, the reward is in the written words you have on your pages.

Always remember , words are mightier than the BogeyMan in the Cloud. Your best cheatsheet is your confidence to grasp inspiration and to write and express emotions.

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Pen and Paper Mode in 2018


“The handwritten journal has more character than digital. No hacks, no bashers, no trolls.” – phwriter11 20Jan2018


my cluttered writings are across all my platforms


in Evernote
in OfficeWord
with Adobe
in WordPress
in Dropbox
on Notepad
to my gallery and files..   This Writer’s page has been dormant for too long




toggling windows

I noticed time ticking away

and this is how this Writer works..

My little warrior dog

My little warrior dog

Your untiring playfulness


By untimely silence

Has come.

Your little wagging tail

Bright attentive eyes

Fluffy golden coat

Soft ticklish paws

Cold wet nose

Is forever a masterpiece

Of K9 life and happiness.

You are brave when you came

Be a lot braver when you leave

Give me a last pawshake before you go

Blast me with your last smile

Let me know you enjoyed your life

I could have given you more

I could have hugged you more

Had I known time will be brief

To be with you

My little warrior dog.

-phwriter11 01.26.2016  05:13

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Alice and the Caterpillar

“In this garden we call Life, not  every caterpillar will tell you which side of the mushroom is better.”- phwriter11

Reading through Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland, I came to the part where Alice met the Caterpillar, and a little lesson in life came to my mind.  Not that it’s a fable, but I like to connect the story with real life situations.

Alice was so  worried  that she has changed into so many sizes. The Caterpillar reminded her  to keep her temper, and advised Alice that if she takes a bite from the mushroom she will grow taller or shorter.  The Caterpillar didn’t say which side though, so that leaves Alice to decide.

How we accept change makes the difference in our life. Sometimes you are taller than everyone else, sometimes shorter.  Sometimes you  may feel as small as three inches because of these changes, do not fret. Others may be in the same situation and they are not bothered  about it. Others find this size still very acceptable because that’s how they appreciate their being.

And how you handle these changes all depends on which side of the mushroom you will bite from. That is for you to find out, and to decide upon. Take the side which makes you grow taller, then live with it. Or take the side which makes you shorter, then live with it. Keep your temper as you go along. A clear mind works better than a bad temper.

And remember… “In this garden we call Life, not  every caterpillar will tell you which side of the mushroom is better.”

Alice andthe Caterpillar
Alice and the Caterpillar

PhWriter11 Notepad


I just want to write , write ,write ,write.. not for anyone’s satisfaction but more for my own self expression . I have things in my mind that I want to write about, so when I grow old I have something to remind me of how life was like back then. It doesn’t matter to me whether it’s a short happy note, a sad reflection, an embarrassing situation, or a disturbing event. Some people are not even worth talking to. They would  tell you of their troubles which I don’t want to get myself involved with. I ‘ve had my share of miseries. Of course I can draw a subject matter for my writings from these exchange of thoughts and musings between people. Maybe look at things from a different point of view and consider it as an eye opener for me to count my blessings. Life is full of surprises and every day should be welcomed with a smile no matter how things are. One thing to be grateful is the air we breathe, it may not be as clean but our lungs still get its dose of daily oxygen. The sun and the clouds play together across the vast sky. Though I  know it may soon start to rain again, the thought that little birds are able to fly to gather dried leaves and twigs for their nest is a very comforting when you are on a dry land. – phwriter11 6.10.13 11:03

IS it an excuse to say that my eyes are failing and  I don’t  want to do more damage to them so I have stopped reading and writing? Yes I know, I can always get a new pair of glasses. But to have these glasses on is just so uncomfortable. Or is it more the disappointment of having to wear glasses now that I am aging?


From Writer to Writer

I was organizing my notes and had to make a subcategory on writings. From Writer to Writer  are gathered quotes and inspirations from classic writers. It’s like going back in a time capsule, keeping an image in my mind how the great writers’ minds work. It is very interesting to note how each approaches their work in different styles. Some started their  work while travelling, mingling with society or in solitude, working in a different field or a craft.

Last night I read Henry Miller’s commandments, and I like Commandment #7  :


  1. Work on one thing at a time until finished.
  2. Start no more new books, add no more new material to ‘Black Spring.’
  3. Don’t be nervous. Work calmly, joyously, recklessly on whatever is in hand.
  4. Work according to Program and not according to mood. Stop at the appointed time!
  5. When you can’t create you can work.
  6. Cement a little every day, rather than add new fertilizers.
  7. Keep human! See people, go places, drink if you feel like it.
  8. Don’t be a draught-horse! Work with pleasure only.
  9. Discard the Program when you feel like it—but go back to it next day. Concentrate. Narrow down. Exclude.
  10. Forget the books you want to write. Think only of the book you are writing.
  11. Write first and always. Painting, music, friends, cinema, all these come afterwards.

And from Anne Lamont’s  Bird by Bird: Some Instructions on Writing and Life

And on the grit that commits mind to paper, she counsels:

You begin to string words together like beads to tell a story. You are desperate to communicate, to edify or entertain, to preserve moments of grace or joy or transcendence, to make real or imagined events come alive. But you cannot will this to happen. It is a matter of persistence and faith and hard work. So you might as well just go ahead and get started.

‘Bird by bird, buddy.  Just take it bird by bird.”

It ‘s either the bird or the simplicity of the thought that caught my attention.

Breathe in experience, breathe out poetry.” ~ Muriel Rukeyser

I have left many trails of my poetry in my past. It was a long time ago when PCs, Ipads and blogs were not yet available. It was old school journal-writing with pen and paper, and at times with the luxury of a typewriter too (I remember typing as quietly as I could in the wee hours of the night when everybody’s asleep). They served as my emotional springboards that helped me carry on through hardships. It’s more a depiction of a suppressed writer’s passion domesticated by society’s stereotyping of women. I may not be able to retrieve them now, but that’s okay. I earned my freedom away from the crab mentality-environment others have relentlessly nurtured. No, not I. I am now free to write.

Today I follow my art to be a writer. Life is good and I will write about it.

 Listen, then make up your own mind.” ~ Gay Talese


Today is Wednesday. 12th of June. National Independence Day. I woke up feeling grumpy. I know I should have greeted the day with a smile and a happy heart. It’s our country’s 115th year of independence. But the thought of celebrating is just unacceptable for me at this time.

I see people are still starving because of poverty. I am aware of people striving to get a decent job to support their family. I sympathize with them. I know how it feels to have nothing and yet you have to go out in real life and struggle. Thinking about it, how much does it cost to prepare a simple meal of adobo and rice? A  kilo of rice and meat cost about two hundred pesos. With a meager four hundred pesos minimum wage, barely half of a daily income is left to augment other expenses like transportation, house rent and other basic necessities.  Majority of the people are within this living condition. It is not enough, has never been enough. And that’s only for those who have jobs. What about the others who have none?

Independence as defined is the state of being independent. It is the freedom from the control, influence, support, aid, or the like, of others. Politically and economically,  many are not free. I for one am not free. I have debts to settle, bills to pay, a pantry to fill up, a career to pursue, goals to fulfill, and  independence to attain. I have nothing to my name. And people misjudge a person’s capability if you have nothing. No bank account, no job, no means of livelihood, nothing . And it gets lonely at times too.

But my mind is full of ideas. Unless those ideas see some action, it will remain an idea. So time to activate these brain cells.. phwriter11 06.12.2013

Even if I read all the techy blogs and links to get updates on trends and tools, at the rate technology upgrades and evolves I may not be able to keep up with the race  in this digital age. They  are like talking German to me. I read about iOs, Android, HTML, AudioBoo, Cloud, Siri, and all the rest of the terms they now use in this technology-based world. –phwriter11 6.16.13 02:30



Woke up missing my honey. Listening to Carole King’s So Far Away I write my own lines

By the mirror I see a lonely woman

Misty eyed she seems

Without you by her side

Her heart yearns to be loved

But endless loneliness abounds

Only you can explain

That look she carries

–  phwriter11



“The years will pass insensibly, and when I am an old man I hope that I shall be able to look back on a happy, simple, peaceful life.” -W.S. Maugham,The Fall of Edward Barnard

Edward Barnard made me ponder on my retirement options: either to live on an island or the city. Noise or nature?  phwriter11 6.20.13 20:40


Loving Kindness


One morning I stumbled on a video of Special Head, a monk performing levitation in front of a live audience in a popular talent show lead me exploring and reading more about monks, dhamma and Buddhism. Not that I am considering a change in religion. I seem to like the simple and frugal life of monks. It makes life less complicated.

An introduction excerpt by Venerable Nárada Maháthera’s The Buddha and his Teachings

“ The Buddha-Dhamma is a moral and philosophical system which expounds a unique path of enlightenment, and is not a subject to be studied from a mere academic standpoint.

The doctrine is certainly to be studied, more to be practised, and above all to be realized by oneself. Mere learning is of no avail without actual practise. The learned man who does not practise the Dhamma, the Buddha says, is like a colourful flower without scent.”

And from this viewpoint I study and read to learn more. I realized it may look simple but to attain that level of mindfulness and loving kindness takes a lot of dedication from an individual. And I think that is a universal reality to self improvement. From snippets of readings , I have two phrases to start with Metta Bhavana and Samatha Bhavana. I start with Metta with an excerpt from Loving Kindness Meditation

 The good symbol for Metta (loving-kindness) is the mother cradling her baby to sleep. The baby cradled to sleep will be the result.. Such is loving kindness and its results.

Reading through The Bhikkhus’ Rules , I am slowly enlightened on the simplicity of a monk’s life  with only his robe, bowl and razor. As a writer, I will take my journey through these readings and writings about Buddha like a literary adventure and advance insights about travelling to Sri Lanka, India, and Tibet.

I try to treat whoever I meet as an old friend. This gives me a genuine feeling of happiness. It is the time to help create a happier world. –  H.H. the Fourteenth Dalai Lama 

More related readings  from these sites



Grandma Glasses’ Garden

“I am back.”  I called out loud.

“From where? I didn’t notice you were gone,” she answered.  

“Oh well, at least she heard me today,”  I said to myself,  as I stepped  into the kitchen.

Have I finally explored the boundaries of my mind? Not really.

Have I found enough courage to talk about the downside of being a housewife? Not today.

Will it be more fun to talk about being a writer? Sounds like it.

Should I stick with a topic that has been bothering me? Not a good idea. 

I think I should start breathing life to my storybook characters.  And Grandma Glasses  is top on my list today.

“Oh look Grandma! There are butterflies in your garden,” said Eunice.

Grandma Glasses Garden
Grandma Glasses Garden

Bridging my plots and thoughts

“A writer who waits for ideal conditions under which to work will die without putting a word on paper.” – E.B. White

Tweaks from the Writer's Keyboard


Have you ever sat in front of your computer, with a blank notepad in front of you and all the things in your head you want to write about but can’t find the right words to start your work? And the more you ignore the urge to write, the more it haunts you.

Have you tried diverting your thoughts to doing something else, and still come
out wanting to continue and weave that plot you have started months ago? Nope. There is no other time , there is no ideal condition. Not even cold weather nor an unstable internet connection will stop me today from rummaging through my drafts.

Oh look!

There’s my Blue Dragon, still trying to become a Gold Dragon by skipping his favorite meal. Today he noticed hues of gold on the tip of his wings.

And then there is Little Mousey too. He’s saving his Brie for winter. I wonder what he will serve his guests for Christmas dinner?

I think I am missing out on something. Did I miss the day when Angie went out to follow the stranger’s footprints? And I wonder how far Drake has gone on his morning walks in the village?

Twiddle Dee Twiddle Dum! Look at Dwan Eunice and Liam. How they have grown! Once with one tooth smileys, now sparkling little teeth nibbling on cookies and cupcakes. Today I heard them giggle. With mischief in their eyes, they talked about a secret. Aha! They’re
going out to pick shiny, shimmery balls from the Christmas tree.

And then I remembered the Jonssons. Have they gone out on their next journey or
have they stayed with camels? Last time I saw them they were rushing out to catch the next flight to Mozambique.

With these, a writer’s day ends but not his stories. Like bubbles in  a teapot, his mind is spewing more threads of images. Like caramels and taffy, words budding like substance.

So who goes there to stop it? No not I, no not I.


Nuggets from a Writer’s Scribblings



How do I start? Where do I start? What will I write about? One thing for sure, I want to start writing again. Should I include metaphors and simile or alliteration and hyperbole to make my topic more interesting? I need a piece of paper to jot it down so I will remember a good topic everytime something hits me .


I could resume writing the children’s book story I have been working on eons ago. Maybe add a  few characters and include a twist or two into it. It may not be as good as Rowling’s, but it’s a nice start.  I could even make Angie, Drake Dwan, Eunice and Liam as the main characters. Oh that’s a whole bunch to write about.

I could start on a new topic and write about our travel to Hong Kong. That would be a nice topic. Then I will have to find ways how to describe how we tried to figure out the chinese characters on the map and on the signboards.

Fika and coffee talk is another topic I should write about, and in between coffee breaks there are multitude of topics that comes into mind. A lavish smorgasboard of breakfast, brunches and dinner with all the sweet, savory desserts and fine food  is also a good topic. A writer can also be a gastronome as the pen works well with a sound mind and on a full stomach.

I am blabbering, even in my writing.  I just need to click these thoughts away and start somewhere.  That’s all I want to do today. Maybe tomorrow I have other things to do, but today I feel for writing.  To writhe to write is too right. I gotta go and find my pen..