A Palanca award is like an Oscar to the Filipino writer – it sticks to the winner’s name. It announces to writers’ circles that this particular writer has arrived. It opens doors to great projects and probably even leads to a book or a movie in the future.
Probably, the only Palanca
I’ll ever receive in my lifetime is the Palanca letter from my mother, which I got when I attended the Days with the Lord retreat while in law school. Every year, I download the c
ontest rules, toy with the idea of joining, and then decide not to. It’s Palanca season
once again and I actually could have found the time to write, except I have not been in the right mood to do so for the past decade.
Perhaps I have made this writer’s block get in the way, and have not found enough ways to be in touch with my creative side. My writer-friends say that they submit entries to the Palancas
even if they don’t win, as it is good exercise to prepare and polish one or several pieces of writing. I wish them all the best.
I am too lazy, uninspired, and scared to take the plunge. Until then I will remain unknown and unskilled, happy to keep my blogs and journals, and safe from the threat of failure.