Writer In Florence Ela Vasilescu
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Day 288 – Never ending project

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I woke up today breathing in the morning’s sunshine. I took my daughter for a walk and thought this is a good day to just have fun and relax. But then the phone rang and reality hit me with a lot of deadlines that have to be met by the end of the week, so no minutes to spear. The 72 days that are left from this project are starting to kill me. I honestly thought that the ending won’t...

Day 281 – New week, new plans

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Monday again. Sleepy again. No, I’m not going to say tired, I am sick of that. I am tired of saying that I am tired. Is that even possible? 🙂 Whenever a new week starts, I have all these plans written down in my notebook: I am going to do that and write about that, and finish that, or start working on that. All unrealistic plans hahaha. I still plan them though and by the end of the week I...

Day 183 – Back to work

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So today I am going to take the chance and go back to work. I don’t know if that’s the best thing to do right now, but I am willing to give it a try. This was an interesting morning. It’s only 11 am and I already managed to write five pages for one of my projects and I think I could have went on for a while, but I also want Ephia to see my face today, so I am going to stop. This...

Day 162 – Back to work

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That day of the week again, when all the faces on the street are sadder and sighing from time to time, when the minute hand of the clock seems to walk slower somehow. For me Mondays, mean a lazy morning, getting up late, having coffee with my family and after lunch, going on the working war front. I am always looking forward for Monday evenings, because of our weekly writers meeting and, because...

Day 9 – Questions

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The end of my day was amazing. My Monday’s are always interesting and pleasant because of the writers group. Tonight’s meeting was intense and brought a smile on my face. I started with the end of my day because the rest of it was filled with random questions, that didn’t seem to belong to me. I found myself drinking coffee this morning, watching my daughter play in the garden, listening to...

Writer In Florence Ela Vasilescu