So here we are again, wrestling the endless game of are we on again or off for good…
Why do we as humans put ourselves in these situations?
And why are we so prone to repeat our own histories?
I can’t focus on my work or pay any attention to this stupid meeting going on right now, because all I can think about is your face. Your damn face and its endless supply of expressions that are so damn hard to read! Why are you so hard to read? I never struggle with people, I can see everything they hide between the lines.
You are a different story.
I can’t read you. And I hate it.
Yes, I want to be with her.
I don’t know what happened or why we were brought together like this, but I can’t let her go. I can’t let this go.
She is like a witch, the devil. Why am I so happy with her? I can’t hid it, it’s written all over my face whenever she is near me. I worry about her when she is gone, when she looks sad my heart breaks for her and I want to know everything that is troubling her.
It’s so hard for me to explain this feeling I have for her. It’s like she has cast a spell on me and planted herself in my thoughts. She is my shadow, a ghost that follows me wherever I go. Last night my dreams were so vivid I swear she was with me, curled up in my arms and sleeping soundly on my chest. I can still smell her perfume on my pillow… and she hasn’t been here before.
I feel like I am going crazy, or at least, partially crazy.
Fuck! I can’t explain this. Am I going mad??
Well, it’s finally working!!
Thanks to my brother getting bored and deciding to tinker with it ☺️
He managed to get it into a full reboot mode and then I just needed to set it back up and download all my books again.
Now I know whenever I’m having issues with an electronic device, just leave it somewhere my brother will see it and wait for him to get bored 😂
So now I can finally sit down and get started on The Dark Web Murders 🕷
Now on for some tea, a re-read over my current 15,000-word project and packing for this weekend 😊
I’m so happy with the things going on in my life right now. Certain aspects are nipping my heels and causing more stress than I care to deal with, but I’m use to the battle. It’s part of life.
Happy reading everyone!
This, this picture right here sums up my entire reason for being annoyed and making this blog post 😭
This darn Kindle has been on the fritz since last week!
I can’t get it to do anything except freeze on the start up screen 🤦🏻♀️
I hate ebooks. I really do.
I mean, I enjoy them when it comes to packing up and moving around, which I do a lot of. But I can’t and never will get over the enjoyment of browsing a bookstore and walking out with a heavy stack of brand new reads 😊
But this! Oh My God!
I bought my first ebook in months and can’t even begin to take a look at.
I know I could read it on my phone, but damn, aren’t we on the phone enough these days? Besides, I BOUGHT A KINDLE for that very reason! 😫
The frustration is real….
Why does it seem like every writer out there has nothing but time and ample battery life to spend their days out in the world focusing on their craft??
How on earth do you support yourself by spending all day in a coffee shop and posting ascetically pleasing photos on Instagram? 😭
Let me in on this secret!
I mean, I’m a workaholic. I love keeping busy and feeling productive throughout my day.
But darn it. There are so many days I would love to be able to just spend the afternoon working on my manuscripts, without worrying about going over my lunch break or feeling like I was on a deadline.
Not to mention having ample battery life to utilise my laptop all day 🤦🏻♀️ I’ve really got to do some research on a good battery pack for my little silver friend. Any recommendations would be appreciated 🙃
*image found via Google