AUTHOR’S JOURNEY
A space for the messy, magical journey of writing. Tools, doubts, some victories, and the moments in between.
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Coming back to Scarlett was as easy as breathing. A plan…all that I needed was a plan. And now the plan is done. That’s the thing about wanting something. You try. And then you fail, and you try differently. And what helped before might not help you now, but you keep trying and failing. So…
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A goal without a plan is just a fantasy. Clear. And now what? Life happened. So I am slowly coming back, allowing myself a grace period to transition between jobs, without unnecessary pressure. I never give up. I couldn’t even if I wanted it. Writing is part of me, I can never go too long…
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Just sent the first 12.5% of the book (reviewed!) to my best friend. She’s (obviously) biased. But we’re also part of the same book club—the one made up of just the two of us—and she reads and writes for a living. She’s a lawyer, so her attention to detail is unparalleled. I’m excited and terrified…
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Head too full. A constant play of words. Looking for meaning wherever it can be found: in an idea, a sentence, a book. Life has been hard this past week: a full household to manage, a relentless day job, renovations, kids’ holidays, school activities, dinners with friends, TV series… all excuses and easy ways not…
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I go slowly. I make compromises with myself. I feel guilty that some days (or even weeks) I cannot bring myself to write… But then I reach a milestone: the first time I have enough revised words to print. And I feel so proud. I did it. It’s here. It’s real. It’s just 8,500 words,…
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I’ve decided to completely let go of the idea of building a brand or an Instagram profile, or whatever I’ll eventually need to sell this book, at this stage. On one hand, I know social media takes time. I also know that without it, it will be virtually impossible to sell anything. So at some…
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So I am reading The Philosophy Book. For no particular reason, except to think about different things. If your mind is consumed by only one thought, give it something else. It solves nothing. But it keeps you entertained.
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What happens when I don’t write for more than eight days. I feel disconnected from my story, like I’m looking at it from the outside, through fogged glass; seeing only mist where there used to be the purple skies of Stellaris. I hate it. And at the same time, I know I’m doing the best…
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It took more than two hours to create the stories carousel with my 2025 books. People who say Instagram is not a full-time job are kidding. It takes a crazy amount of time. Again, I wonder how you can have a full-time job, kids, a house, write a book, and manage an Instagram page. It…
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I am so tired I want to cry. I feel suffocated. Cornered. Like I’m underwater. I have a thousand and one items on my to-do list—some take thirty seconds, some take two hours—but the mental space they occupy is enormous. I have zero lines written to show for it, and at some point I start…
