and you call yourself a writer?

i blamed it all to my muse for deserting me and leaving me with writer's block which is a bitch to work with. i said that's the reason why i wasn't able to submit my article on time. true. there is that. but another reason is that i'm such a talented procrastinator. and that is an even bigger problem than my writer's block. i have mentioned before that i sometimes wonder if i truly am talented as a writer. if i truly have what it takes to go on publishing. there was this article ton ton, west, and i saw at the Manila Bulletin a few weeks back. a travel column that talked about Vietnam. we were all laughing about the whole thing because it was a poor excuse of a literary work. but the painful reality for me is that she's publishing a weekly column and i am not. what am i doing instead? i am taking calls. an odd night job that becomes the regular day job and i'm not even moonlighting as anything else. not as the writer i want to be. not as the musician i wish i were. not as the artist i once defined myself to be. and ten i go back to switchfoot's question;

this is your life, are you who you want to be?