By Georgene Rhena P. Quilaton-Tambiga
San Carlos journalism
What am I going to write about?
This question has been pestering me for almost a year now. The inkwell has run dry and I’d been writing using a pencil for far too long. It is not just to say our environs now lack the inspiration for a writer or are now devoid of materials for a journalist. I am saying something is amiss here but only a very few notice it.
When I went back from a yearlong sojourn in a different career, I found myself coming home to my lifelong passion only to discover that the personal and physical impediments were countless and stubborn as the giant rock. But when I finally came around to overcoming the impediments step by step. Alas! I found a barrier that I couldn’t remove with my bare hands—barriers that include people, news sources that once had doors open are now suddenly closed. I remember the time when I first became a community journalist in-training. I started writing essays that were my observations and opinions of events that occurred in the city. Then, the editor started giving simple assignments that involved a bit of research, a little running here and there, and few short interviews of news sources that weren’t used to being interviewed in the first place.





