I could not wake up this morning. It felt like my eyelids wanted to stayed glued together forever. I had the weirdest dream last night too. I dreamt that I was visiting some friends who were having a party. One girl whom I did not know had prepared some dessert and gave some to everybody…
I had a dream last night. I dreamt that my husband and I were getting back together. What a nightmare! In my thoughts though, everything worked out for the best. He had changed… What a fluke. I have no other motivation right now but working and working more, always harder, just to forget the bullshit…
June 9, 2011. In exactly 3 days it will be my three year anniversary. Well, not that it matters anymore. I guess I kind of knew even three years earlier that this relationship was doomed to fail. I gave it a shot anyway. Who does not believe in miracles? Life takes turns we don’t expect…
I hate this guy. He thought he could screw me over and then pretend like nothing happened, but life does not work that way. I’m angry. I want to use my fists and punch him hard right where it hurts real bad. He’s a tool, like every other guy before him. All they want is…
I’m scared. I’m on my own now and I wonder whether I’ll be ok. When I think of people who live with less than I what make I can’t help but ask myself, why do I freak out? I’m killing myself at work, because I’m thirsty for more money. I’m not such a big spender……
This city is going to kill me. I hate the Monday commute. It’s as if everybody was ready to just stomp over everybody else, cutting throats and punching faces just to move faster as if they could really save two minutes. I understand, everybody hates it so they all want to get out of here…
I can’t sleep. It’s past midnight and my muse has come back to haunt me. She wants me to stay up and write for her, feeding her insatiable need for attention while I lose myself in her gaze. She talks to me and whispers so many beautiful things, it’s hard to resist her. I drift…
Amazing weekend, amazing two days. My characters spoke to me and led the way on The Manicheans, and I must say, I’m impressed. The direction it’s taking is terrific and I can’t wait to see more of it happening. This story is truly awesome. Love being a writer. Want to make it my day job…
I look up and see no stars. New York City, the hooker of my wildest dreams, hid them all from me. I seek her light while strolling down her avenues, feeling the blood of her crowd pumping through my veins like a heroin rush. It does not calm me down, but excites me more, and…
I just remembered that about one year ago, I started writing The Manicheans. I was working on the second chapter of the book, not really sure where the story was going, but I felt deep inside my characters were calling for my attention and wanted me to give them as much depth as possible. So…
The Manicheans 