• We have a title!

    I’ve been struggling with the title for a long time. Until now it was called “book 1″ or ” manuscript 1″. And, to be honest, I did not force it out of me. I believe that everything will come through, that sense of “things will happen when they have to happen” if you work and

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  • And so I chose…

    …Plottr. Not for any particular reason whatsoever. But I like the organisation of it. Creating is chaos, but putting the chaos in paper requires method. Cannot give you all in one go. Need to keep the mistery, need to keep the readers wondering. And for that I require to know it all, how will the

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  • Writing Thursdays

    Will be a thing from this week forward. Already booked on the family agenda and will have 4h of interrupted writing time every Thursday. Thursdays are for me.

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  • An essay on love

    You have to make peace with the fact that, sometimes, people don’t do it on purpose. They can love you and still hurt you, not because of you or something you did, but because of their nature. And although they can still love you, I wonder if they love you less. If that is the

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  • Choosing tools

    When this idea started some weeks ago I thought that Microsoft Word was enough. Then came a 50-page Word document with everything – an explosion of unformatted words, pictures and project tables. Going forward, it will be impossible to manage. I have only 8 chapters lined up (already for a month) and can not find

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  • News News

    Well, it’s my birthday!Not really a newsflash per se. But it’s good to know. The news is that I am now the proud owner of a second-hand computer, where my creativity can fly. I can also separate my daytime job from my night-time job. I can also use all tools available to me to support

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  • Not all cried out

    Sometimes I sit in silence and cry for her. Have this need to cry for all the love she did not get, for the abandonment nights, for the neglect of her feelings. Need to cry for every time she thought it was her fault, she had needs that could not be met. For all the

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  • Poetry

    We knew how this would end What it would cost us And we did anyway We played with fire and we both got burned The friendship we had before is gone Buried in the ashes of the mess we made This is the price we pay for lust But it was so much more than

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  • Words matter

    I was very young, barely 13 years old, when I overheard comments about my body, my allegedly lifestyle, my teenage choices. Hurtful, malicious words spread out by people that should love me unconditionally. And that was the worst of it. If they thought that about me, what would strangers think? The self-loathing that followed was

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  • I will not apologize

    But I will do better by myself. And that’s really all I can do.

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