My favourite weekend activity for months now has been going online to see the latest word crafts from my choice bloggers. But since a dearly-followed blog went defunct and three of my favorite sites hardly release any posts, I have recently been on the hunt for new talents whose works I can subscribe to.
A blog pal made recommendations, but our age difference gets in the way of our preferences. What he finds interesting or meritorious often doesn’t strike my fancy, and vice versa. I finally decided to take in another co-blogger’s pick. This co-blogger of mine has a blog which has been frequented by some good WP scribblers. He is a first-class writer himself – so perhaps I should rely once more on his taste and take a peek on the female blogger he has openly raved about for months. Thus, I clicked open and started reading her stuff last weekend.
Let’s get to her skill first. I’m telling you, she’s slamminly good. Her first-rate writing ability is a rare find amidst the thousands of mediocre crafters (that include me) populating WordPress. She’s got the smarts. Her writing is fluid. She injects outstanding metaphors. Her stories are punchy or real funny. She provides excellent description in her narratives, too. She writes like a true pro (except for her punctuation). My co-blogger’s pick is something I concur with this time. More importantly, she’s my senior by more than a dozen years so I’m sure to learn a lot from her. She seems to be a remarkable woman I’ve become her new fan. And if she keeps bringing forth entries much like her previous ones, she has got to count me in as one of her followers.
Through the links provided by my western FB acquaintances, I also discovered the very few prose written by Charles Warnke, a writer in his 20s with a darling face that matches his exquisite talent. He penned the contemporary cult “You Should Date an Illiterate Girl.” A two-page blog post that garnered both high praises and flak from nearly a thousand commenters. His harsh (or perhaps envious) critics branded his article as a mere pretentious outpouring of words. I beg to disagree. I don’t care about the number of modifiers or mind-bending vocabulary you sprinkled all over your prose as long as the piece – from start to finish – grabs me by the neck to carry me and hurl me through the interplay of stirring expressions and stylish grandeur. It was the brief excerpt from his soon-to-be-released book titled “Last Last and Last” that did just that for me. A bit terrifying, yet powerful and heart-breaking. A bang-up masterpiece. Find out for yourself.