About Yzabel

 

I am a native Rizaleňo. Born in Binangonan, raised in Taytay and married to a man living in Cainta. Now, I’m living back in Binangonan. I’ve never experienced living outside the boundaries of Rizal province. (Do I sound like a bitter cat?) Thanks to my parents who loves and protected me a lot. 

But I love to travel. I get opportunities when friends or some relatives would tag me to join their vacations. I love nature. The rice fields, the mountains, the water falls and the sea. I am a nature lover. 

I love malls, too. Fast foods, restaurants, arcades, cinemas. My feet don’t tires that fast. 

I love crafts and arts. I love books.  

I love reading. Comics, magazines, even the ‘tinapa’ wrapper if I find something worthy to read. Stories, issues, commentaries. Then, writing sprung out of it. 

I started writing when I was twelve with the initial influence of my older sister who is a pocketbook lover. Songs and poems are my starters. Eventually, it turns to short stories then novels. Pens and notebooks are my best friends. Sleeping with them sometimes. 

My passion for writing novels heightened because of my love for love. Anything romantic and melodramatic. Love runs in my blood. And I write it all down. Be it a personal experience or of those I know. I was too hooked up to having a fairytale’s ending. The ‘they lived happily ever after’. There’s no chance I can experience it at that time so I made it possible to my writings. I created new characters, new world, using my pen and notebook. 

Lines are like springs of water. Free flowing. Heroines talks and argues with me quite often in my mind. In dreams they spoke to me. Isn’t that crazy? Yes, crazy. But nonetheless, I have to take note of them before I forget. Tissues come in handy for me most specially at malls. Better asks for an extra tissue than forget all of the ideas and lines. 

Writing is a passion to express myself. It has always been a part of my life. Without it, my life makes no sense. Like living in an empty room with no windows and doors. Alone. No future. 

It is a therapy. A revelation. A recollection. A remembrance of feelings and thoughts I want to remember. An expedition. A journey to experience love.