I have been writing a long time. Not writing professionally but just writings – letters, journals, essays and little articles for myself and for sharing my thoughts with my friends. I have been trying to clean up my internet clutter in the past few months. I have all kinds of stuff all over and some times, such as this one, I want to clear everything and just keep them all in one place. That is why I have been posting old writings.

This desire to clean up and gather all my writings together in just one place has also been rekindled by the fact that Peyups dot com is down. I tried accessing my profile and was unable to. The owners of the site has informed me that the database is down but that does not mean that the site is dead. They will put Peyups back up again when (and if) they find the time. I am only concerned because I have, perhaps, from what my degenerating brain can remember, about four articles that were published during my college years. I have only been able to copy two of these articles into this site and I am fearing that, if Peyups does not come back up, they may be gone forever.

I have to admit that I like reading my old articles and blogs. That being said, I have to admit that I am a fan of my own writing. I do not say that in the narcissistic way (I am not saying I am not narcissistic either) but that sometimes when reading my old writings, I forget that I was the one who wrote it and think, “Wow! This is such great writing!” (*now laughing out loud, can’t help but laugh at how ridiculous I am*)

Yesterday I was making sure that I was catching up on all my housework backlogs with all the laundry, ironing, cleaning and re-arranging. I want to be able to start work next week with a clutter-free mind. Yes, I will be officially working starting next week. Surprise, I will be a writer.

I am excited about working, writing, learning new things and meeting new people. I am basically excited about being able to use my deteriorating brain cells. I am excited for the year 2010. It seems like a very promising year. I hope and pray that things will pick up, that I would be able to do the things I set out to do and that at the end of the year, I will be able to look back and say, “I am proud of myself.”

Finally, I hope to be able to nurture the writer in me, whatever it is I choose to write about. I have always loved writing and it would be nice to actually do it for a living.