Today I would like to leave some notes here as a writer (sounds pathetic, but still) for myself and for those who will read:)
From the very beginning, from my very first chapter, my writing is about giving pieces of yourself, your emotions, your feelings. I think it's the same for every writer.
But next to me there is always a great fear that I want to be friends with. The fear that I won't be able to convey my thoughts well enough (hello, language barrier), the fear that no one will be interested (but I am interested and I write anyway!).
"Fear is no reason not to do it." I love this phrase and keep on writing. Chapter after chapter. And sometimes, there are chapters like gems! And readers write "oh, I know this feeling", "oh, I read with tears in my eyes", "oh, you touched my soul", readers write me messages sharing their stories and... At that moment I get goose bumps, it's such a pure rush and it's all worth it when you realize "Yes, I wrote it right!"
Coffee girl...☺️
I just want to say, "I'm alive!" After a three-day temperature marathon with one of the twins. I'll admit, the 40s on the thermometer were a bit scary.
I seemed to get lost in the days and nights, alternating between medicines and other things to do.
As they say, what is "trouble" for one is "good" for the other, and the second twin enjoyed mum's separate attention on our rare walks. And the eldest son was given almost unlimited access to the internet in his spare time. Not ideal motherhood 🩷
Today I left the house alone for the first time, for an hour. Answered all my messages, bought a coffee at the coffee shop nearby.
Yes, I tried to read at nights, but Dostoyevsky has always been difficult for me.
I tried to write a chapter, and I'm getting better at it, but it was not without struggling.
Anyway, with humour, juggling medicines, I'm at this point now and waiting to see who gets sick next 🥲
"Meeting in the morning?" I get the message.
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"Right... We agreed to meet... Shit..." I think as I open my eyes.
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"Meeting, yes, but I've only had three hours sleep and I'm going to be angry... 😠"
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"☺️ Don't worry, I'll get you coffee and dessert...💛"
There's something special about fading flowers... Something fragile... 💜
Morning...💚 It will be a very long, long day...❄️
At least, my food is perfect ⭐
My inspiration for the Chapter 11 of my story "Trying to remember" 🩷
Morning ❄️🩷
Just me... Coffee girl🖤 Pieces of my life... Love summer, coffee, meditation, old movies , "Gone with the wind". I'm fic writer☺️
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