I had never considered myself as a Writer. That is, a Writer with a capital W, the kind who’d spend their days writing their next great work with the kind of laudable wordsmithing most mortals aren’t able to achieve, and their nights conversing with fellow Writers about the sorry state of the craft, the wannabes, the charlatans, the PR experts, as well as the gifted ones, the promising ones, the ones destined for greatness. 1,783 more words
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Romance: Because I Can, And I Should, And Why Not
My name is Mina V. Esguerra, and I write books with kissing.
That line was my bio on my social media profiles for some time, before I changed it to “author of romance novels.” It does remain the most accurate description of what I write, even though I’ve taken up several causes over the years, and have used my books to explore them. 1,581 more words
To begin without a name is to begin with possibility. A possibility whose conditions are immaterial, transitory, and hence infinite. Every attempt at naming that which is not yet known is a negotiation with these conditions whose specificities are brought to light both before and after history, or, that is to say, after reading historicities that write and rewrite our minute placelessness in time. 1,569 more words