Your words came out of the blue
Lightning in my heart
From a different life
I half left behind
My heart revived
I remember how I felt
A radiant glow
Causing my words to melt
I want you to know
There were forces at play
Your eyes reactivated in my brain
Why I was paralyzed in a way
I wanted you shine or rain Read More…
My father loves to laugh. If there is a funny scene in a movie, or if something funny happens, he laughs so hard that tears stream down his face, and when you hear him laughing like that, you can’t help but laugh too even though, you missed the funny scene. If something happens to his wife, kids, friends, neighbors etc. – it’s funny. However, if it happens to him – it is not funny, and nobody is allowed to laugh. If you do, you are sure to face his wrath.
One morning, as I was waking up in our two bed flat in Prague, I heard my father yelling in the bathroom. I moved closer to my bedroom door and cracked it open, so I could hear what he was mad about without him seeing me, because whatever it was, I would surely get told off for it.
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I was so happy when I finished the first draft of my novel, and thought that the hardest part of writing was behind me. How wrong was I!
As soon as I started, I ran into major stumbling blocks. Besides the more obvious ones such as grammatical errors, structure sentence, dialogue tags, showing versus telling, unnecessary scenes etc. etc. I identified the following:
Being too close to the character
Mainly due to the fact that my story is based on real life events, I struggle with one dimensional main character. Nancy Kress in her book Characters, Emotions and Viewpoint advises to change/add characters attributes, if you are basing your character on yourself or someone you know. For example, if you base your character on your aunt, who is a nurse that loves her job, try changing something about her. What would happen if she hated it? Read More…
When I moved abroad, I took all my writings with me, except for one journal. It was for the best really, because rereading it was dangerous. I found it again, semi forgotten with the rest of my teenage stuff, in my parents’ loft.
I paused for a moment before sitting down next to the boxes just below the solitary light bulb, and as I opened the tattered notebook, I was nauseated by an artificial apple fragrance. I smiled. Thanks Grandma!
I flicked through the first few yellowed pages full of angry poems ‘inspired’ by my father. I frowned and skipped to the next entry. Read More…
Alone, restless and confused… Gia didn’t know what to do with her body or her soul. She run out of the house, and continued along a quiet village road. She was aware of her physical body moving. Too aware. Like a machine she pushed her rusty limbs into motion. Only her out of synch breath reminded her that she was still alive. As she passed the trees and the fields, her breath settled into a steady rhythm. The motion became easier with every step she took, until she lost awareness of it all together. Everything else, but her, seemed to be in motion now. The next time Gia became aware of herself again, she was a shipwreck holding on to a piece of wooden debris in the middle of an ocean. Read More…
Hana answered the phone after three rings. “Hello?”
“Hi, this is Gia.” she said quietly.
“Hi, okay, let me just say this first, Luke was my husband, and we loved each other very much, we had no secrets, and I always had an access to his email address, that’s why I read your email.” Hana said in a firm voice, as if she was justifying her actions or preparing for a fight. Gia was taken a back a little, there was no need for Hana to explain herself, as far as she was concerned.
“Yes, of course, I understand, and I am sorry, Hana, I am really sorry about all this…” Gia almost whispered. An uncomfortable silence grew between them. Read More…
Gia read Hana’s email again and again trying to make sense of the dreadful news, until she could barely see the text through the veil of sadness. She got up and sat down again, she clasped her shaking hands together, then crossed them over her queazy stomach. Surely she would soon wake up from this horrible nightmare. It just could’t be true!
Unable to sit still, she walked out on to the terrace in the garden. What was she supposed to do now? Lokie was dead. Why? Why on Saturday-their reunion day? Was it because of Gia? Oh, Lokie, why? Read More…