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2014 had been a good year. It might not had been a great one but it was generally a better year than 2013 and the previous years. And for that, I’m grateful.
Last year, like the previous years before that, I made a list of new year’s resolutions. Of the six, I only managed to cross of three, and they’re not even the important ones. Continue reading
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So I decided to go back to blogging.
It makes me wonder – how many times have I gone to blogging sabbatical again?
Crap. I lost count.
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As a non-native English writer, writing dialogues that sound real and natural can be a struggle sometimes. Although, to be honest, I feel like I write better in English than my native language.
I wonder what it says about my patriotism. Hmmm…
Anyway, still, writing realistic but properly structured character conversations proved to be a tedious task. And it’s not helping that there are so many guidelines: Continue reading
I don’t know about you but I’ve been in a funk lately. And it’s not just the usual I-can’t-think-of-anything-to-write phase. It’s more like the you-suck-and-everything-you-write-sucks-hahaha-you-loser kind of funk.
To be honest, the only thing that’s keeping me from embracing that funk is the fact that if I don’t write I won’t earn any money. If that happens, well, let’s just say that my piling bills and life in general will be unkind.
I’ll probably end up as a beggar just after a week-long sabbatical.
“Writing a mystery novel is easy,” they said. “Progressing the plot is no sweat,” they said.
Kidding. Nobody said that.
But I thought it was.
When I started the Lacey’s Murder Case, I thought I had the plot figured out. After all, it’s kind of formulaic and not a hard-boiled mystery (although I’m dreaming of writing one in the future).
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Date: January 7, 2014
10:35 AM Dollar sat on my face, rudely interrupting my date with a guy who could give Ian Somerhalder a run for his money.
10:36 AM Quick cuddle with my dog. Smiled into space, recalling the hot date vividly. Realized it was just a dream. Smile deflated.
10:40 AM Checked e-mails. Client A hadn’t paid for the work done yet. It’s been 24hours. Felt a sense of panic (read: Paranoia). Did something bad happen to Client A? Hoped not. There are still bills to pay.
11:00 AM Dragged my feet out of bed. Continue reading