Sometimes I feel dead inside. A feeling of nothingness lurks me from around the corner, grabs my senses and throws me into a void. I write the feeling away. The keyboard becomes my best friend and every word pulls me back into this crowded world. Many people ask me when do I write? Why do I write? Do I have a schedule? Do I have a plan? I never know how to answer that question. I...
After yesterday’s events getting through today was a challenge. Waking up at 7,30 am to run and teach a class full of adorable children, looking into their eyes and telling them that this might be our last lesson together was heart breaking. Taking a lunch break while trying to torture my notebook’s pages with my pen in the same time, wasn’t that great either. I felt heavy and...
The fever of deadlines is about to start soon. With seven pending emails in my inbox I know that it’s that time of the month again, when the storm is heading my way. It’s crazy and each month I seem to enjoy the outcome more and more. Every opened email means at least two hours of work, hours that I have to invent in order to have them. But I am good at inventing stuff and somehow I...
I could give up tomorrow. I could just pack my bags and leave everything behind if I would be given the choice. And there is always a choice. I would abandon this beautiful city that changed my life, the amazing people I have met, the house where my daughter took her first steps, myself. I have no feelings left to give. I would do that starting now, but…I choose not to. Everyday I choose to...
Forty more days to go. Forty more days and I will have finished putting my life on the screen for everyone to read about daily. Just forty more days. As the days pass I think about my final post. I have so many ideas on how to write it that sometimes it feels like my head is going to explode; but there is one thing that needs to be said: this project has taught me well and made me grow. When I...
The last few days I had a great writing flow. I wrote my daily articles in such a rush just to get to my projects as soon as possible. It’s been great. Because of that I developed a fear of showing my work to anyone else these days. I am afraid the flow will run away from me. The second thing I feel I need to do is stay home as much as possible. I love going out, I love meeting friends...
This article was suggested to me by my brand new editor for The human behind the artist project. I say brand new although we went back and forward about it for a while now and this is where the funny part comes in. As any editor, in order to do the work you have to have the material. As any writer I should provide him with stuff to read and edit. Two weeks ago I was sure that I have done that and...
5 am. Still awake. The silent house feels empty, deserted. I feel more rested than I’ve been in weeks. 5 am and it’s too early to start my day, yet too late to get some rest. This is my favorite hour of the day, not morning nor night, but somewhere in between, just like I am, always. Florence’s sky is raining and the sound gives me the chills, or maybe the guy who is standing in...
I feel just like that, like an echo. Everything I do or say, either good or bad, comes back to haunt me. Or is that a boomerang? Same thing 🙂 . The sun being back into my life every day helps a lot. I feel better, more normal and finally I am sticking to my writing schedule. Now I hate Ephia’s afternoon naps. Yes, they give me the opportunity to get some work done, but overall what I would...
…Until one day the man gave up and went to bed. Suddenly, that very night, C woke up and the cat was missing from its usual spot. Thinking that he will catch it in the act while destroying the crops, C looked out the window. To his surprise, he could see a young man in the garden, digging holes all around the crops. He ran to his parents and brothers and they all watched the young man...
