I’ve recently started a blog related Twitter account because there it would be easier to follow the tweets from other travel bloggers as compared to my personal account.

And just a few moments ago (before I quickly opened up Tumblr here at work), I saw a tweet from Nellie Huang, the travel writer of Wild Junket, asking for photo submissions for their magazine, Wild Junket.

They actually offer compensation for article submissions and it seems like a great chance to get published. I’m feeling a bit psyched about this discovery and I might attempt to submit an article or a photo essay, if I can think of a topic.

I’m still a bit brain-drained but this is still worth trying out!

Writing every day can be quite tough. It’s a challenge and also a good practice to keep creativity flowing.

I do my best to write something at least once a day. Be it doing a practice on The Write Practice or preparing a blog post for my travel blog, it’s still writing.

After each day of writing and thinking, I can feel my brain slowly being squeezed dry. It’s like too much thinking has made my brain blow a fuse.

At The Write Practice, Joe Bunting always posts something about taking a break for at least 24 hours. No tweeting, no checking on Facebook, no blogging, no writing, no anything related to social networking and writing. Just rest. Read a book. Relax.

I’ve read the same post more than once and yet I’m still as stubborn as hell.

I check on Twitter for any mentions. I share posts from my travel blog. I read through other people’s blog posts. I still turn on my laptop, or even our iPad.

Maybe now that I’m feeling so drained, I’ll stop and rest for a while.

I hate myself for being so stubborn as hell.

I hate myself for being annoyed at things I shouldn’t blame on others.

I hate myself for keeping anger bottled up inside.

I hate myself for releasing anger on people not related to my anger.

I hate myself for feeling insecure every single time.

I hate myself for not believing in myself.

I hate myself for being such a coward.

I hate myself for expecting too much.

I hate myself for being so irresponsible.

I hate myself. Period.

A challenging prompt by Lillie McFerrin called Five Sentence Fiction was shared to me by @jblearnstowrite.

This week’s word is clandestine.

The shopping street was bustling with tourists, locals and temporary stalls that were lined up side to side for the annual Valentine’s Day fair. A little girl picked up a small wind-up doll and ran to her mother, who was too busy haggling for clothes to notice her daughter. The girl watched in amazement as she wound up the doll and it started to walk in a straight line. When the doll stopped moving, Greg saw a bright light followed by a low but loud sound. “Happy Valentine’s,” he said as he started to walk away from the rooftop giving him a view of the whole city.

There’s my take on the word, clandestine. Tell me what you guys think. :)