fiction

  • I’ve spent this week living and breathing my main character. Putting her down on paper, answering all sorts of questions about her, mapping out her life and the events that made her the complex creature she is. It was nice. But with zero words written this week (because time does not stretch), I wonder if…

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  • Being a fangirl

    We are not all the same. I am in love with a fictional character, and he is not real. For that reason, I can say or think a lot of unreasonable things about him. I can obsess, daydream, feel everything that character was built to make me feel. He was written for that, he was…

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  • Swimming in murky waters

    I am in desperate need of a five-star read. The problem is: I don’t even know what I’m looking for anymore… I don’t feel like fluffy romances. God forbid a series longer than two books. Some kinks are not kinking anymore (I fear I’m getting immune). And fantasy… fantasy is starting to feel all the…

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  • One word

    I feel his eyes on me, again.It has been a habit since we started working together, even amid the crowded room where we heatedly debate this merger.I keep the silence as my weapon. I lean forward with my elbows on the table, slightly biting my fingers, while I wait for some kind of truce between…

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  • Life happens even when you don’t have the time for it.It’s unfair how much more time I would need for all that I want to do. It’s unfair how much I still struggle with it. Life has been happening—a good life, with other projects and other type of work. Meaningful work, nonetheless. But still, no…

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