This is the blog of Ian Rosales Casocot. Filipino writer. Sometime academic. Former backpacker. Twink bait. Hamster lover.
Stories and Poems
From a Forgotten Life
Ateneo de Naga University Press, 2018
Don't Tell Anyone:
With Shakira Andrea Sison
Pride Press / Anvil Publishing, 2017
Cupful of Anger,
Bottle Full of Smoke:
The Stories of
Jose V. Montebon Jr.
Silliman Writers Series, 2017
First Sight of Snow
and Other Stories
Encounters Chapbook Series
Et Al Books, 2014
Celebration: An Anthology to Commemorate the 50th Anniversary of the Silliman University National Writers Workshop
Sands and Coral, 2011-2013
Silliman University, 2013
Handulantaw: Celebrating 50 Years of Culture and the Arts in Silliman
Tao Foundation and Silliman University Cultural Affairs Committee, 2013
Inday Goes About Her Day
Locsin Books, 2012
Beautiful Accidents: Stories
University of the Philippines Press, 2011
Heartbreak & Magic: Stories of Fantasy and Horror
Old Movies and Other Stories
National Commission for Culture
and the Arts, 2006
FutureShock Prose: An Anthology of Young Writers and New Literatures
Sands and Coral, 2003
Nominated for Best Anthology
2004 National Book Awards
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Blogs I Read
IAN ROSALES CASOCOT
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Outside, the light has turned gently -- and I can feel the afternoon ebbing away to one more night time. The clock ticks hard, and there are too many distractions, too many dramas, and too many small heartaches that try to compete for my attention. The heartaches are particularly wrenching, and no matter how much I ask, Why?
, only the void answers back. The dramas I don't need. You know who you are.
Deep inside, I want to shout, but I have no time for impatience, and so I just take a deep breath and try one more time... And there's only one day left. It's becoming quite an uphill climb, but I realize I will not let all this faze me. These are the hours you soon realize you just have to keep on trying, or everything else will overwhelm you.
In the meantime, you can read Charles Tan's interview of me here
, in time for the Fully Booked/Neil Gaiman contest
You know what's funny about characters you write about? They live, and can become quite demanding. You first imagine them as orphans, perhaps. And then, later, in the midst of your flow, they demand the resurrection of dead parents. And you go back, of course, to revise, and revise...
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