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the earthy tones of this place inspired me to sit down for more than four hours and write with very few interruptions. besides working on an online portfolio after planning it for many long months, I am keeping myself creatively occupied with a couple of short stories and articles that I would like to have published online. maybe even in print. these thoughts and a couple of phone calls from london have placed me into a continuous state of dreaming and planning of what could be. I am trying to focus on the boundaries of reality but recently it has gotten increasingly harder. happiness is for idiots.

being inspired but not enough grounded or down to earth to actually sit down and write is worse than not being able to write at all. having to force myself to write is something that can ruin the words even when the idea is good. the first rule to writing is to write. turning off the internet also helps. so does putting my phone in a silent mode. comfortable chair, ambient music and a good cup of coffee are sweet pluses. I have often wondered what others need to feel creative. is it their life in general or just a particular moment? can you teach yourself to be creative? can you force yourself to write?

sometimes words are not enough. sometimes I need to step out of my comfort zone and do something I’ve never done in order to have something I’ve never had before. repetition of the same mistakes has gotten me nowhere except for being bitter and notoriously sarcastic in the least appropriate moments. the notion of having no expectations versus being willing to have your heart broken keeps me up at night. and so on.

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+ gorgeous afternoon glow. warm orange and deep yellow.
+ sexion d’assaut; I have been listening to them on repeat for the past few days.
+ nights when I actually manage to get some sleep.
+ a message from friend in australia. I feel blessed to know him.
+ slowly returning to my writing routine. I realized that not having a weekly word count makes me more productive.
+ words from the history of love.
+ feeling loved by friends when life gets hard.
+ cheese and olives as a midnight snack.
+ being the little spoon.
+ hearing a favorite song in a bar.
+ feeling creative.

sources unknown

dreaming of paris, listening to french folk music, writing. it has been many years since my last visit but it is the city I hold close to my heart. perhaps one day.

hong kong photographs, incredible photography by peggy wong. her photos made me look at hong kong in a different way.
a place to lay my heart. this made me feel all kinds of things but mostly how much I can relate to it. I am expecting this will be in the next fifteen to twenty years. hopefully.
burn all the liars. an article about frances farmer. it kind of blew my mind.
in defense of wanderlust. as I said, lots of travel writing.
strangers when we meet. a touching piece.
forget your personal tragedy. a letter from hemingway to f. scott telling him he didn’t exactly like his new book. a beautiful letter.
london snippets. just something I’ve been thinking about.
choose your color. one of the most incredible things I’ve looked at in a while.
john banville on samuel beckett’s letters. a piece of monologue.
the thought catalog has kind of become my bible. this, this, this, this, and this. and that. and this one. oh, and this one. and this one.
you are awesome. and other fifty ways how to say it.
something I tried to follow this weekend.

there is much more I have in my folders but I think this will do for now.

happy sunday, friends.

I am quiet. too many things are happening at the moment.
one of these nights I will find time to sit down and write everything down.
I miss writing daily for enjoythewait.
often I think about returning to 366 but I know how it would end.
in the meantime above are some words to think about.
personally?
they keep me awake at night.
I am on an emotional roller caster at the moment but I am okay, I promise.
april has always been good to me.