In which I Overuse Caps Lock and Repeat Myself

Two more days at work and then I AM FREE.

Yes I know, I have to get back to work eventually but for THIRTY days I AM FREE.

THIRTY FREE DAYS.

I imagine you’re wondering if it’s really necessary to use the caps lock this much but I can assure you: IT IS. Same goes for repeating myself.

Very necessary. (because thirty days).

Sunday we’re leaving for Bretagne and I fully intend to capture the surroundings on my Instagram account. Of course I’m also planning to read books (two of them being: Strange the Dreamer & A Gathering of Shadows) and I’m bringing my laptop and notebook for some writing.

But mostly I’m going to relax, ponder ridiculous story ideas and enjoy time with my family

(Read: try not to worry too much about the kids eating/drinking/sleeping enough and make sure they don’t get stung by creepy insects or jelly fish. I’m probably also going to apply gallons of sunscreen on them).

And after the French break, comes the Spanish one.

Because I’m also going to Fuerteventura for a week of reading books, pondering ideas, writing stuff. And to learn how to surf.

Not bringing the kids, just us.

I hope your summer is radiant like mine.

In which I become friends with my Muse (his name is Kip)

It’s July! And like I said in my post about Summer, I intend to write a lot this month.

But I’m slacking on the writing-blog-posts-part, so here it is: a July post 🙂

It’s nothing more than a short update on what I’m doing but still. I wrote it. (Maybe I can add the words to my daily nano count #cheaterthatIam)

I’m doing Campnano again. And having fun with a new story about a telepathic connection between a brother (who paints in only one color, either blue or red) and sister ( a barista who can make awesome Latte art but HATES milk, because the memory that clings to it rips her soul apart).

I guess the new story is also about coffee. Because I like coffee.

AND I am editing the previous story, which is turning into something that might actually be worth reading. I stumble upon sentences I don’t really remember writing and some are actually quite suprising. In a good way. Sometimes I feel almost proud of what I’ve written. And I’m not a person who finds it easy to be proud of her achievements. I’m terrible at writing descriptions, but some of them might work. Like this one:

The rain was washing away the remains of the day, clearing the city like an etch and sketch. The streets were shimmering and the air smelled like earth. Jenya loved this hour of night. Tourists were nowhere to be seen, the streets almost empty. The rain turned into a soft drizzle, making soft thudding sounds, indifferent of the surfaces it fell on. A couple hurried by, giggling and trying to balance an umbrella between the two of them. Jenya thought about rain, how it had made her feel warm and safe when she was younger, lying on her bed listening to it tapping the windows

The last six years she hadn’t felt safe at all, and when her window was tapped upon it was normally something that came straight from a nightmare.

I’m still really (really , really, really)  insecure. And a lot of times I tell myself not so optimistic things (why are you doing this/ this is not going to work/ why?/ all that time typing and stringing words together/ nobody is going to read or like your work/ etcetera). My inner editor (Pie is her name) still points out why things are not working, but hours go by where she’s just quiet. Maybe there is a muse and maybe he’s holding her hostage. Who knows?

I’m calling my muse Kip, because Kip is a cool name and sounds like a person who likes coffee. Kip and I are going to be friends.

 

 

 

When I think of Summer

Once upon a time, in a practically underwater country, not so very far away, a person named Irene was feeling rather bored.

And wrote a blog post about Summer, because Summer is cool.

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June’s already halfway gone! How did that happen so fast??

The good thing is that it’s almost July and July means GOOD THINGS.

In case you’re wondering what these good things are, behold a list!

  • Summer (for details of my thoughts on things to do in Summer, see below)
  • Summer vacation part 1: Bretagne
  • (a ten day break at a wonderful piece of coast in France with four happy kids and one very handsome man, starting July 31st ).
  • Campnano is coming again!
  • (in which I intend to work on my writing goals like there is no tomorrow (Ha! As you may know I find “tomorrow “ an elusive concept).

These are some of the things that come to mind when I think of summer:

get a tan/eat a coconut/have weekly BBQ’s/swimming&beach/read books/drink champagne/have picknicks in the park/ go to a festival of sorts/ attend a wedding/buy a bikini/write an entry for a YA contest/edit Draft that Must not be Named until it’s worthy of a name/ dabble in contemporary YA because the idea won’t go away/ finally make that Polaroid branch I was supposed to make in May/make my own icecreams/figure out how to make Mango juice.

Ahh Mango Juice.

And she lived happily ever after.

(Back to work).

 

 

Blue Monday

Of course I managed to postpone this Monday entry until Tuesday.. I started typing yesterday and then had to do something else and then I forgot.

I should have waited for next week’s Monday for this post to make more sense. Or I could have changed the title.

But I didn’t. Because *insert valid reason I’m too lazy to make one up*

So that said, I have a confession to make..  I like Mondays.

No hard feelings if you stop reading now.

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Still here? Good 😊

Let me explain myself. Most people dread Mondays, because it symbolizes a week full of MUST DO THINGS (like work) ahead of them. When Monday arrives it also means the weekend has already flew by and the new weekend is still very far away.

To me Mondays are like the blank screen. It symbolizes opportunity, a new start. It’s the perfect day to start something because it’s a beginning. Not a BIG beginning like January 1st but one that happens 52 times a year. So if you resolute on doing something that day or week, and you fail, the next Monday is already waiting around the corner for you to try again.

It shouldn’t come as a surprise that I’m the most healthiest person I can be on Mondays. After the weekend it always seems a good  idea to eat more healthy and walk more . (Stairs are also less daunting on Mondays, trust me). Monday is also the day I don’t really mind going to work.  Probably because I usually don’t have to go on Tuesdays and Wednesdays.

Did you know there’s such a thing as a blue Monday? It’s believed to be the most depressing day of the year, the Monday in the last week of January. The holiday season has left most of us broke, the New Year’s resolutions were too big to take on and are tossed aside, the days short and dark. Enough reason to feel sorry for ourselves, right?

Wrong 🙂

Blue Monday is one of my favorite days. BECAUSE OF THE NAME.  How can a blue Monday make you feel depressed. (I however, would cringe at the thought of a purple Thursday).

Since today is Tuesday I’m trying to tackle this day with as much energy as I would do a Monday.

And so far I have been very productive, after getting the kids to school, I went to the gym, the grocery store, volunteered at my boy’s school, did the laundry and made sweet potato soup.

(Not to mention that I’m about to publish a Monday post on Tuesday) .

So what I’m saying is that a day is shaped by the energy you bring to it. There no real reason to look too far ahead or over your shoulder. Focus on being a happy you today and I promise that even Monday can be the prettiest day of the week.

Ciao!