After completing another manuscript in May, I stepped a little out of my comfort zone.
With all that's been happening in the world, and all the heavy books and articles I've been reading, and the news programs blasting a new crisis every hour, I really felt like I need something light to calm my soul. This book sounded like just the thing.
Recently, I watched Tarantino's Inglorious Basterds and Django Unchained. Both were amazing. In different ways. But amazing, nonetheless. One thing they had in common was Christoph Waltz, a German-Austrian actor.
I got the job! ... And then the seeds of doubt started to sprout.
Write a story that begins and ends with someone looking up at the stars.
The last time I posted was on the tenth of March. Just before the whole world turned upside down. First with an unprecedented pandemic, and then with the murder of George Floyd and the re-emergence of the Black Lives Matter movement.
I read All the Bright Places almost two years ago, and fell head over heels for it. For many reasons. But mainly, I connected with the characters, and my heart broke for them. The Netflix adaptation came out recently and I was, of course, excited. It wasn't as good as the book, unsurprisingly, but, even … Continue reading Thought of the Day – 10/03/2020
The week was up, and still the boy didn't return. Worry became the girl's constant state. Where was he? Why hadn't he returned? Was he truly angry with her? Or was something else keeping him away? Well, nothing had kept him away before. So that last worry was quickly debunked. No, there could only be … Continue reading Part 9: An Attempt
The boy wanted nothing more than to return to the tower. He missed the girl and her dragon terribly, and nothing in his dull village ever compared to the magic of his new favourite place. But he couldn't return. Not right away. The girl had gone too far. All he did was try to suggest … Continue reading Part 8: A Dream Unravelled
The boy didn't return the next day. Nor the day after that. The girl woke up every morning, hoping he'd change his mind and would return sooner than a week. But every morning, she was disappointed. And every morning, her regret weighed more heavily than the night before. She'd finally made a friend, but she'd … Continue reading Part 7: Regret was a Tangible Thing