I have no clue why I haven’t blogged lately. Maybe it’s the pandemic. What else is there to talk about except crazy politics, pandemic, vaccines, social distancing, pandemic, pandemic, meh? IDK, guys, this year just feels like wasted time. Many friends of mine went on vacation during the summer, but I wasn’t bold enough to…
Category: Random
The present
I never imagined I’d live through a real pandemic. It’s been strange, surreal, stressful, heartbreaking, scary, hopeful. From the lockdowns to the quarantines and the awful news coming from many corners of the world. To the hope and now the much needed social protests the globe is seeing, one can say 2020 is one for…
When the doors close
It’s been weird lately. I want to cry about this to everyone who’d listen, but I know I shouldn’t. Nobody needs my crap, my sadness, my rants. Anyway, rejection hurts. It is a scary space to inhabit and so damaging. I’m trying to focus on enjoying writing and believing in my projects, but the fear…
Sometimes, I dislike being a pantser
Going through my NaNoWriMo 2019 draft, I noticed two things: This book is dumb and fun. I still need to reinforce the main plotline (aka everything that isn’t the parties and the romance between 2 of the 3 main characters. I feel so uncomfortable writing cute relationships; I need to wreck that thing somehow). The…
Writer friends, or foes?
Silence is a writer’s friend. Except when it comes to music. I wonder how people write without music, because there are people who write in silence and that’s crazy to me. The only silence I enjoy is the one produced by the absence of unfamiliar/unwanted human noise. And I don’t only mean I need people…
Why do I always love the villain?
And does that love have any relation with the fact that I dated plenty of assholes in the past? I just realized I spent 10 years boycotting my own happiness, but OK. Back to the subject, I love villains. In fact, I root for the villains. A book without a good villain (or five, for…
I want people to read my work! But what if they hate it?
And other sentences we obsessively say in our heads. I mean, I really would love for people to read my books (in the plural, because I now have written two books! Can you believe it? I can’t). I’d be elated if, when reading my stories, people happen to enjoy them. “Enjoy” is a bizarre word…
Free mind
I have heard myself utter the words hundreds of times. “That thing I achieved? It was nothing!” “Was it cool to go and do that all by myself? Not a biggie!” I know the reasons why I sometimes opt for making myself look small, sound more uncertain than I am, seem less proud of many…
The loneliness of writing
I don’t think I can accurately explain what I mean when I talk about the loneliness of writing. It is linked to the fact that “nobody expects/needs/cares about the stories I write. It is all the same if I stop, isn’t it? Who cares (besides me)? Why do I do this?” I’m an ambitious person,…
(Updated) Hi. I probably am a journal hoarder.
Because yesterday I finally spent yet more money buying journals I don’t “need,” and a calligraphy nib for my favorite fountain pen, I decided to document my beloved mini collection of journals. For the record (aka of course), most of them are unused. This is going to be a (more) boring (than usual), self-indulgent post,…