I am the kind of person that needs to have everything handled before I move. I'm getting ready to be ready. To the point that when I'm finally ready, I'm too exhausted with stress that I don't really enjoy the thing I got ready for. I tried something different this time. I announced the release…
Yes it's the time of the Summer Olympics. I always waited with much excitement to participate with my cheers and love, supporting the favorites and discovering favorites in many sports. What gets me so excited is the determination, commitment that athletes show, day in and day out, to achieve their goals. This can be applied to…
Little drum little drum, please show me how to sing* Little drum little drum, please show me how to sing Rising like a moon with breathless beauty Feeble tremors awakening our sleeping hearts So my voice can be heard So my voice can be heard So my voice can be heard One voice chanting the…
There is a heart in a jar made of glass Protected piece of art in a deserted museum Its colour so bright it makes you wonder If it will ever come to life I stare for long hours annoyed by the silence Of this abandoned treasure laying lifeless Screaming at the glass hoping for a…
This is a post on journaling. Girls starts very young to write in journals. It's part of the initiation of becoming a teenager. Usually your mother or an aunt will give you your first diary that you can lock with a key. In it, you write what you consider your most secret thoughts. I kept…
When I find a new character I do an interview with them. Asking for their intentions, beliefs and desires. Then, when I built the story around them, I question their motives. I use coloured pens. 🙂 Doing that allows me to find new ideas and get clear on the plot has I go along. I…
What? L - Love letters in notebooks M - Mind-mapping in notebooks N - Nothing like living in your head, er... notebook O - Orgasmic writing sessions in notebooks P - Poetry Because I thought that I would just tag along from today's letter, which is W. Remember I left you with H. I had…
This could be a post stuck in a loop. Let me explain. During the month, I read again some of my old notebooks, I found fun stuff, good ideas, uninteresting ones and some motivational speech to myself. It's cyclic. Once in a while, I talk to myself, telling me to be in action. I have…
I lay lifeless on a blank page Thirsty for ink, craving words The first letter hit me quietly Punching a hole in my resignation A soft feather with pearls of ink Soaking slowly the dry leather of my cover The first word slides tenderly On snow skin, cold still from the prolonged coma Words after…
I stop At red lights On this journey Of life Smiling At that memory Of a kiss That lighted up The world Ambrozya Napowrimo day 7
Happy Hour with Pablo and Lolaz 