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Wednesday, May 20, 2026

Here are 20 things I have learned in 20 years of writing An Irish Diary

From irishtimes.com

By Frank McNally

Deadline fears, the law of typos and becoming a master diarist are just some


It’s 20 years since I started writing this column. And no, I don’t know where the time went. But here are 20 things I’ve learned along the way.

1. Working to a daily deadline is hard on the nerves. But the sad truth is, if I didn’t have a deadline, I’d never do anything.

2. That’s because the best idea I have today is never good enough. The one I’ll have tomorrow, where there’s more time to think, is always better.

3. Contrary to the impression I may have given over two decades, there is not an Irish angle to everything. You’d be appalled how many great events have happened down the centuries, the protagonists of which did not have a single Irish great-grandparent between them.

4. Unlimited choice is a tyrant. As anchor tenant of this column, you can write about anything: it’s left entirely up to you. This is a great privilege. And a curse. Sometimes you wish the editor would tell you what to write about. Then you could blame him.

5. They say it takes 10,000 hours of practice to become a master of any discipline. By rough calculation, this should have made me a master diarist sometime around 2019. I can’t say I noticed.

                                                Frank McNally at work, by the Cuban artist Brady Izquierdo

6. The condition of not having any ideas as deadline looms is like hunger: they both gnaw at your stomach in the same way. Comfort eating is an occupational hazard. Unless you take up cigarettes.

7. Not taking up cigarettes in the last 20 years is one of my prouder achievements.

8. Deadline fear never goes away. One night last week, I noticed with a panic that it was 7.30pm and I hadn’t started writing yet. This was impossibly late, barring a miracle. But I couldn’t find my editor to warn him the column wasn’t coming. So the panic deepened until I couldn’t breathe. Then I woke up. It was 3am and I’d been having that stupid dream again.

9. When you write something wrong in a newspaper, there’s often a little voice in your head trying to tell you it’s wrong. You just can’t hear it because of all the other background noise. The little voice will only make itself audible when the noise stops. This typically happens at 3am too, when your mistake has gone to print.

10. Being a columnist is incompatible with a tidy desk. I can carbon-date the layers of paper cuttings on mine, but I’m afraid to throw any out because I must have had a good reason for keeping them in the first place, even if I can’t remember. And every so often, an idea does emerge from the mulch.

11. Daily diarists have no choice but to dramatise their lives. On the plus side, this means that when something genuinely bad happens, assuming it’s not fatal, you often have the consolation of getting a column out of it.

12. There are limits to that – or should be. Jeffery Bernard wrote a long-running column called Low Life, for which his alcoholism was a professional requirement. “The longest suicide note in history” as it has been called, was probably too high a price to pay for material. Although it did inspire a hit West End play. I envy him that.

13. When you’ve written 3,500 columns, you will repeat yourself occasionally. I like to compare this with Monet’s haystacks, painted over and over in different conditions. The excuse works doubly well for me because I have written about actual haymaking on several occasions. But the light had changed each time.

14. Muphry’s (sic) Law of Typos is immutably true. If you comment in print on an interesting or amusing mistake committed by another writer, your piece will inevitably contain an interesting or amusing mistake of its own.

15. Someone once said of the housewife-columnist Erma Bombeck that, whereas others aspired to mere Pulitzer Prizes, her work won “the permanent place of honour in American life: the refrigerator door.” I’m proud to say the occasional Irish Diary has featured on fridge doors too.

16. A few have also been framed on pub walls: the Irish columnist hall of fame.

17. On any subject about which you expound in a newspaper, there is somebody somewhere who knows more than you.

18. But being corrected only adds to your education. Writing this diary four times a week for 20 years has been like doing a PhD in Irish Studies. In American universities, that would have cost me a fortune.

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19. Georges Simenon once claimed that “a writer has nothing to say after the age of forty”. Mickey Spillane disagreed: “If you’re singer, you lose your voice. A baseball player loses his arm. A writer gets more knowledge, and if he’s good, the older he gets, the better he writes.” I’m not sure which is correct but to paraphrase George Orwell on men’s faces at 50, I believe that after 20 years on the job, every daily diarist has the column he deserves.

20. All things considered, it beats working.


https://www.irishtimes.com/opinion/an-irish-diary/2026/05/19/it-beats-working-frank-mcnally-on-20-years-of-writing-a-column/ 

Thursday, August 14, 2025

The secret diary of an Australian arts freelancer, aged 46¾

From artshub.com.au

Being an Australian arts freelancer can be lots of fun, right? Well, yes, kind of, but ... 

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7.30am

Wake in the dark before alarm goes off with an inexorable sense of dread that the wheel can’t be spun fast enough to avert disaster, AKA Just another day in the life of an Australian arts freelancer. LOLZ

7.35am

Bleary eyes backed up by reading glasses. Scan the news on my phone. Genocide, environmental disaster, flat-out fascism from unhinged world leaders and their milquetoast boosters, all present and incorrect. Timeline cleanse featuring fluffy kittens, film stars, fashion and hunks on Instagram to calm the apocalypse-borne despair. Nailed Wordle in three.

8am

Alarm buzzing, time to up and at ‘em. Existential crisis intensifies in shower, this time accompanied by an impromptu a cappella rendition of Celine Dion’s ‘My Heart Will Go On’. The Voice will not trouble me, but I can do this! Is that my neighbour joining me through the floor, or the neighbourhood dogs whelping??

8.15am

Dress for the job you want, they say. Pull on the same ratty old hoodie and worn-out joggie bottoms I’ve worn for three days, as trawled from the bedroom floor. Ready to sic a pick on the cultural coalface, just as soon as I’ve had at least two strong coffees and a heart murmur.

8.30am

At my desk, 150 new emails. How many of these can I delete, sight unseen? One, two, skip a few … Whyyyyyy has that one about being flown to a dance salon in Singapore been lingering in junk mail until it’s too late? I swear gremlins are working against me.

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Drink a gallon of water to combat the caffeine shivers. Or is that just my crumbling apartment walls, devoid of insulation like my soul? Must. Mainline. More. Fluffy. Kittens.

8.45am

Ooh, opening night ticket* offered for an eight-hour abstract show deconstructing Shakespeare’s Measure for Measure on a ‘minimalist’ set consisting of four chalked lines drawn on a shed floor. Starring that woman from Married at First Sight, who has been reduced to wearing a bin bag and is sporting a forlorn look of career contemplation I recognise all too well, thanks Tay-Tay.

*No plus-one. Politely respond requesting a guest. Debriefing with them is a legit part of the process, bouncing ideas and recalibrating my perspective.

That, and we’re paid peanuts (who am I kidding, I can’t afford peanuts in this economy), so we gotta lock in the perks, however meagre. Theatre tickets are exxy, after all, and industry-standard plus-ones plus a free bar help make the humiliation bearable. 

8.55am

Reluctantly RSVP to the 892nd entry in a never-ending, but fully flagging, superhero franchise. Maybe this one won’t be a mess of weightless CGI, mindless McGuffins and stakes so low, despite yet another Armageddon out of here plot fixed in a jiffy with a dash of Deus Ex Machina. At least Florence Pugh’s in it.

Check IMDb. Three-and-a-half-hour film. Curses. At 7.30pm, far across town on the Wednesday night before it releases. Publicist, no doubt harangued by distributor execs, wants us to share reviews by 7am the next morning. Briefly wish it were the 1950s, when we wore pork-pie hats and had to run to a wooden telephone booth in the foyer to dictate a review in black and white.

But I am 46 and 3⁄4, not 76, and have no memory of those days. I’ve virtually no memory at all these days. Although I do seem to recall my first magazine gig was in a fuggy office laden with overflowing ashtrays, misogyny and no open windows.

9am

Ignoring all emails now unless they are directly relevant to the three deadlines I am trying to meet consecutively, like I’m competing in the Iron Man competition. The triathlon, not the Marvel one.

But first, this alluring missive about frequent flyer offers is commanding my attention, and that one about exceedingly modest real estate I can’t come close to accruing a deposit for, and maybe that 5000-word New Yorker feature about post-industrial bees.

9.15am

Have forgotten what I was doing, which is a sure sign it’s time to make a cup of tea. Stare out the kitchen window at birds frolicking in the trees and the weird neighbour shouting at clouds while the kettle boils. Mindfulness is basically weaponised procrastination and necessary.

Remember to eat breakfast – a stale cookie and a slice of plastic cheese – setting a new record for fuelling the brain before it grumbles into slow death shutdown.

9.30am

Back at desk, composing an emotionally staunch response for whichever of us is struggling in the freelancer WhatsApp support group. A necessary lifeline for work-from-home connection and a timely reminder that we are all up against it. It’s not just me. Oh, wait, do I need the pep talk??

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9.45am

Begin review of last night’s contemporary dance work – yes, if you want to make freelance arts writing work, you’d better be multidisciplinary. Think of it as a one-person band with half the instruments broken and/or out of tune, as the general public sneers at you while refusing to part with their hard-earned cash – including annual leave and Super, lol.

Show was staged on a sinking ship in the harbour. There might be a metaphor here if I can just locate it.

                                                                              Image: Jason Mavrommatis on Unsplash

Spend over an hour crafting the most beautifully knitted intro connecting the key themes to their cultural context via a personal insight into why this matters now. Realise I’m 500 words in and haven’t mentioned the show’s name yet. Delete beautifully crafted intro.

11am

Time for another cup of tea and a vacant stare. Is it too early for lunch??

11.15am

Restart review of last night’s contemporary dance work. Definitely getting the feeling this might be allegorical. Is that water lapping at my ankles metaphorical, or is my decaying apartment flooding again??

Spot breaking news that almost every boundary-pushing, non-mainstage creative company, forging exciting pathways for artists while delivering exhilarating work that upends the canon, has been defunded for the next four years. Business as usual. Insert appropriate meme:


12.30pm

Review now reads like it hasn’t been concocted by shrieking monkeys. Read, reread, and finesse. Ready to file. Send off to editor. Ten-minute disassociation break. Bites nails.

12.45pm

Receive a call from an old-school publicist who prefers a nice chat to emails, which is blooming lovely, but strikes me with the fear I’ll forget what we’ve agreed. Lots of gossip over the arts funding massacre, commiseration over bank accounts.

They’re offering a pretty darn ritzy international A-list celebrity interview that will set editors into a frenzy as they will get so many eyeballs on it once it’s published. OF COURSE this dream ticket is in a heinous time zone for Australia. Is the 4am wake-up call worth it? That used to come with one caveat: ‘Is it Madonna?’ But I agree.

Immediately synopsise deets and send through in a confirmation email so I know it’s real and pop straight into phone diary with reminder alerts. Have no actual memory.

1pm

Email from editor. Didn’t attach the review. Rookie (and alarmingly regular) error. Actually filed it this time. Remember to chase production pics.

1.15pm

May as well triage emails while I’m in here. OFC editors are looking for the other two features on the go. Can I smash one out before lunch, or will I faint?

1.30pm

Lunch it is. Sunday’s roast chook goes a long way. Time to not actually learn how to speak a language via dawdling on Duolingo.

2pm

Back at it, trying to translate the true meaning behind a dodgy transcription of an interview with a performance art clown who fashions balloon sculptures like it’s the Rosetta stone.

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No matter, listening back and tweaking as needed gets me right back in the conversation, and there’s endless amusement at wonky words that always seem to lean towards inadvertent innuendo.

3.30pm

Chat’s flowing into shape on the page/Word doc, once I figured out what said clown actually said. Yes, I can corral this 10,000-word transcript into an 800-word count yarn while maintaining both of our artistic integrity.

Maybe the off-cuts will come in handy one day? When’s the anniversary of Stephen King’s It?

4.30pm

Miraculously managed to file second story for the day and even remembered to attach it this time. Fist pump. Quick check of emails. Review is already live, whoot.

Time to share that on multifarious nefarious social media platforms owned by technocrat oligarchs. Of course I should tailor the vibe to each site, but fark me, who has time?

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5pm

Another phone call, this time on an unrecognised number. Might be the ATO. Not answering. Quick scan for terrifying MyGov email. Escape unscathed another day. Should prob invoice for these two features while I remember.

Check bank account. Still terminal. Draft pass-mostly-aggro ‘sick of your shit’ emails. Pause. Disassociate. Redraft politely pleading ones begging for three-month-old invoices to be rushed through. My time, so very often, is not money.

5.30pm

Begin third story for the day, which should be a fun little listicle highlighting the most appealing events in an upcoming writers’ festival. Prioritising women, people of colour and queer folks, because natch. Sorry Tim Winton.

6.30pm

After deep diving through the festival’s website, I still only have a list of ten events with no accompanying text. Why, oh why do I pour so much into these things?? Oh crud, I forgot tonight’s screening of a long-lost Czech stop-animation about anthropomorphic rabbits who foment a social uprising. Who needs dinner?

7.30pm

Got to the cinema just in time to ask for the second wine pour down so as not to feel like a total lush. Of course, the listicle is barely formed, ready to do it all again early tomorrow morn, but for now, socialism in surreal puppetry form.

9.15pm

Checking emails again on the tram home. Crud. Also forgot I’m on the radio tonight talking about how mushroom poisoning can offer a new perspective on arts funding.

Just need to get home first and hope the gods of internet connection will shine their favour on me while crossing to the ABC from my blackspot study.

10pm

On-air interview done. 14-hour day over. Invoiced $300 lol. Thank god I love this gig. Now, to pour a full epic wine and unwind. Maybe just one more look at those emails…

Ohhhhhhhh that celebrity chat is now TOMORROW at 4am??? Better get prepping…

If you have been affected by any of the themes in this article, please do reach out to other freelancers: it’s tough out there!

Saturday, July 8, 2023

Why Writers Write

From canadianinquirer.net

By Matte Laurel-Zalko

How society thinks or perceives is based largely on what journalists, columnists, writers, authors, speech-writers and bloggers write. It’s often been said that “history is written by victors” and that according to American novelist and essayist, William H. Gass, “The true alchemists do not change lead into gold; they change the world into words.”  Writing is such a powerful tool used in our everyday lives — it is an essential communication skill utilised to make a permanent record, to store and share information, to convey, and yes, to influence and change the world (for the better hopefully). Writing is believed to be the most high-powered weapon to help shape the world we live in.

The main reason why we write is that it helps us communicate effectively with others. It really is a no-brainer that if one can’t write, one simply can’t communicate with others. When we write to others, it is because we want to stimulate a reaction, an interest, a response, and a conversation from others. When we write for ourselves, we use writing as a tool to help us learn, think, and understand. Writing for ourselves helps us express our feelings, thoughts, and opinions. There are five purposes writers use to write: to persuade their readers, to express their opinions and feelings, to inform their readers, to create a literary work, and lastly, writing activities yield a great number of emotional, physiological, and intellectual benefits to individuals. 

Based on my own experience, there are so many benefits one can gain from writing: it can be therapeutic and can be a form of cathartic stress relief; it gives you an avenue where you can vent and express your feelings, opinions, and frustrations; it allows you to reflect and clarify your thoughts; it keeps your mind refreshed and challenged therefore it’s good for your brain; it turns you into a better reader and a more effective communicator; it’s a great creativity jumpstart; and enables you to be a more passionate version of yourself. 

LEARNING HOW TO WRITE

While living and studying in London, England, I discovered my passion for writing at the age of 14 — by keeping a secret diary. I was actually inspired by Anne Frank after reading “The Diary of a Young Girl.” I wrote diligently in my diary every day about what happened at my school, Marymount International School; I wrote about what I ate; what made me sad and angry; what made me happy; what I was thankful for; I wrote about my secret crushes; I wrote about my family, and about my hopes and dreams. 

Mainly, I wrote about my innermost secrets in my life — experiences that I can’t share with anyone, not even to those who are closest to me. My diaries became my sanctuaries and safe havens. I had different types of diaries: I had diaries that had locks, I had colourful and scented notebooks that I used to buy from WHSmith at Oxford Street or from the stalls of the famous Portobello Road in Notting Hill Market. Fast forward to this day, I still keep a diary albeit a digital one! My secret diaries are the doors to my soul, my heart, and my mind. 

LEARNING FROM LITERARY GIANTS 

There are so many writers that one admires and learns from. Through the years, I found myself totally immersed in Dostoevsky’s works — I particularly loved “Crime and Punishment” — I’ve read this masterpiece a hundred times, literally (pardon the pun) and I still read it when I’m in the mood for soul searching. I love George Orwell’s “1984” and “Animal Farm.”  I still swoon over Jane Austen’s “Pride and Prejudice”! If I want a bit of a fright, I’d always turn to Edgar Allan Poe’s classics. I’ve always been a voracious reader ever since I learned to read! Through these literary giants, I learned to avoid using the word “very” as it’s apparently a weak word that diminishes your writing!

When I was a child, my late maternal grandfather would bribe me with Serg’s chocolates and either Chiz Curls or Chippy snacks if I read him the Manila Bulletin from front to back, even the obituary section on a daily basis! I still remember my grandfather’s preferred column, “Point of View,” by columnist Jose “Joe” Guevara. My grandfather loved reading his articles because they were both Batangueños. Also, my grandfather favoured Joe Guevara’s “bullet points” writing style and tradition over other Manila Bulletin columnists. As per my 8-year-old self, I could barely understand what Joe Guevara wrote about back then! Nevertheless, it was a great introduction to reading well-written articles and I only have my grandfather to thank for!

These days, I have my own favourite modern-day columnists from the Philippines. I may be based now in Vancouver, but thank heavens for modern technology, I’m able to read their articles back home through online. When I read the articles of these much-admired Filipino columnists, I always feel as though I’m transported back to the Philippines sipping my beloved cafe mocha at The Curator while I read their articles! I’m fortunate to be connected with two of these highly esteemed Filipino columnists through Facebook and they’ve been so generous and kind to share with us why they write and how they started as writers. 

MONIQUE TODA: LIFESTYLE COLUMNIST FOR THE PHILIPPINE STAR

(Ms. Monique Toda, photo courtesy of Monique Toda’s Facebook profile.)

Monique Toda is the total package. She’s beauty and brains and a K-Drama connoisseur. In her past life, she headed the public relations and communications department of two of Manila’s top luxury hotels, New World and Raffles Fairmont Hotel. She’s now focusing on her lovable dogs and has a lifestyle column, “All in My Head,” where she writes passionately about anything from post-pandemic anxiety, K-dramas, celebrities, health and wellness, food and beverage and the modern Filipina in the evolution of Maria Clara. She also writes restaurant reviews for The Tatler Dining Guide. 

I’m drawn to Monique not just as a lifestyle writer, but as a woman who is a dog-lover and a woman who has a strong bond with her close female friends — they call themselves Seoul Sisters. Apparently, they meet regularly discussing their passion for anything Korean: K-dramas, celebrities and food — which is something I totally associate with because here in Vancouver, I belong to a group called Sisterhood Tribe and just like Monique’s Seoul Sisters, we also bond over life’s many pleasures and sorrows. I gravitate towards Monique’s articles because I share her love for food, travel, and dramedies. Suffice to say, I find her totally relatable!  I also find it a bonus to know that she’s such a kind person and so willing and generous to share her experiences as a writer. Plus, she shares the same name as my youngest sister! 

My two favourite articles that Monique wrote would have to be “The Reality and Fantasy of Ageing Gracefully” which is about the struggles of ageing gracefully! My other much-loved article of hers is “A Moveable Feast with Peninsulares” — an article about the delectable dishes one could indulge in at the legendary hotel, The Peninsula Manila, which incidentally happens to be my second home because I had my first job there as a young waitress at the Spices restaurant in the early 90’s.

When asked how she started writing for the Philippine Star in 2019, Monique shares, “I was asked to write for the Philippine Star by editor Millet Mananquil. We both had this love for K-Dramas, and she wanted me to share what I knew since I’ve been into it for a few years already. Aside from anything Hallyu, I write about different topics, which is why my column is called All in My Head. I literally write what I am thinking about at the moment.”

Another thing I found relatable to Monique was how she learned to write. Monique says, “I have always been writing, even since I was very young. I would write in journals or diaries constantly. Then I got into PR and Marketing as a career, which involves a lot of writing.”

What made you want to become a journalist? Monique replies, “I never sought out to be a journalist. It just happened. In my opinion, it’s very exciting.”

(Ms. Monique Toda, photo courtesy of Monique Toda’s Facebook profile.)

I just had to ask her about her favourite story to write and why. Monique responds, “Oh, there are too many favourite stories to mention. What really gives me satisfaction from writing is learning new things and meeting new people. My world is so much bigger, and I worked in a hotel. Yet, writing is more expansive in terms of knowledge and scope.” Aha. Another commonality we share: we’re both past hoteliers and we also have common friends in the hospitality industry! 

Lastly, when it comes to interviewing famous personalities, who’s on your bucket list and why? Monique replies, “I want to interview many people. In Korean entertainment, it’s actor Lee Min Ho and King of Kpop G-Dragon. But my ultimate bucket list interview is Elon Musk.” Knowing Monique and her indomitable nature, it’s just a matter of time when we can all read her interview with Elon Musk! 

BOO CHANCO: BUSINESS COLUMNIST FOR THE PHILIPPINE STAR

(Mr. Boo Chanco, photo courtesy of Boo Chanco’s Facebook profile.)

Pedro Chanco III, or famously known as Boo Chanco is an old school journalist with interests in economics and politics. He is a distinguished alumnus of The University of the Philippines College of Mass Communications. At only 19 years old, Boo Chanco was a cub reporter for ABS-CBN and was one of the two reporters who covered Ninoy Aquino’s Opposition Party’s Miting de Avance, which would be known in history as the 1971 Plaza Miranda Bombing. 

Later on, he became the Editor for the now defunct Manila Chronicle and in 2010, he retired as the Senior Vice President for the Lopez Group of Companies’ Corporate Communications. Mr. Chanco is also a multi-awarded journalist having been recently recognized as Newspaper Business Opinion Writer of the Year by the Rotary Club of Manila.  Prior to that, he also received the Glory Awards during the UPCMC annual homecoming in 2018.

If you want to read about the current political or economic pulse of the Philippines, you must read Mr. Chanco’s articles at the Philippine Star, where he is currently its business columnist. My two most favoured articles of Mr. Chanco would have to be: Left Behind, a compelling story about the poor health of most Filipinos, and the other article is Tourism Promotion, an article that is so timely due to the new tourism slogan “Love Philippines” controversy. 

His most recent article, Mass Housing,  about the housing problem in the Philippines is also quite an eye opener and he opines that the only way it can be solved is “if the very profitable private property developers work with the government towards a sustainable solution.” I’m a huge fan of Mr. Boo Chanco, unabashedly.

With regard to how he started writing for Philippine Star, Mr. Chanco says, “I started writing for the Philippine Star in the early 90s on the invitation of Max Soliven, its publisher. I was then writing for the Manila Chronicle in addition to my work as VP News and Public Affairs of ABS-CBN. I had been writing columns for various publications since the 80s. I wrote a Corporate Communications column for Business Day; then I wrote on the op/ed page for the Inquirer after EDSA, moved to Malaya, then was editor of the Manila Chronicle and wrote an op/ed column there too in addition to the day’s editorial. Max was a good friend and he convinced me to move to the Star, writing opinion for its Business section.”

When asked why he writes, Mr. Chanco responds, “Essentially, I write as a means to gather my thoughts in an organised manner so as to make heads and tails of the events of the times. It is like writing a diary except it is very public and involves public issues and personalities. These days, I write to keep my brain working and fight off the onset of Alzheimer. I believe that unless we use our brain, we lose it. And it is a means to again, figure out what is going on in the world around us.”

(Mr. Boo Chanco, photo courtesy of Boo Chanco’s Facebook profile.)

Please share what made you want to become a journalist, Mr. Chanco shares,  “I thought I wanted to be an economist even if being a journalist was something I also wanted to do even back in high school. I was in college during the turbulent 70s with student activism at its height. I figured being in journalism will enable me to get into the middle of it all and also advance the causes which were important to us at that time. Then I took a summer job as a cub reporter at ABS-CBN in the summer before my senior year. I enjoyed it so much I almost didn’t complete my college degree until martial law closed down the network. I enjoyed covering big events, hosting TV news specials and even annotating political rallies like the one in Plaza Miranda that ended in a carnage. I was the youngest among the reporters on coverage and that gave me a sense of doing something important at an early age.”

I wanted to find out what was his favourite story to write and why? He answers, “I really don’t have favourite stories. Stories are stories and it all depends on what seems to be most important to people at that time. I took up graduate units in economics and I like trying to explain economic developments in language that common readers can understand. Economics is important and it is unfortunate that it is not well explained on the whole. The quality of our lives depends on economic decisions being made. Unfortunately, populist politics always end up trying to repeal the economic law of supply and demand, so to speak. So, I find a need to try to make ordinary readers understand what we are getting into.”

When it comes to interviewing famous personalities, who’s on your bucket list and why? Mr. Chanco replies, “I have no favourite personalities. But business entrepreneurs who have made a fortune starting from scratch always fascinate me. It is nice to write their stories because someone out there may get inspired enough to try to replicate the success and that’s good for our country’s economy. But always be careful not to write puff pieces that serve no purpose but to bloat a personality’s ego. Always be ready to ask the tough and often embarrassing questions.”

Ms. Monique Toda and Mr. Boo Chanco are truly inspirational writers. They make me believe in the power of my own thoughts and words as a columnist. In March 2020, I was given a wonderful opportunity to write what’s on one’s mind via “Maria in Vancouver,” a column where I can freely share my musings, opinions, and life experiences publicly. I find it such incredible luck to have one of my dreams turn into a reality: from writing diaries to writing a column for Canada’s largest Filipino-Canadian news website and newspaper. 

As a new columnist, I make it a point to keep learning about writing techniques on a daily basis. I read my favourite columnists’ works and through their writings, I gained a lot of invaluable tips. Recently, I learned from Ms. Monique Toda and Mr. Boo Chanco the importance of expressing one’s viewpoints and beliefs with utmost authenticity — which is really the key secret to writing effectively. You just have to be honest and true to your words and you’ll find that your writing will flow easily!

https://canadianinquirer.net/2023/07/08/why-writers-write/