about buying a castle & my LEGO family

It’s been terribly quiet on my blog. The IDEA of THE BLOG had shrunk to inhibit a tiny piece of my brain to slumber while I was doing LIFE things. Let me explain.

I have a LEGO family.

My partner has three kids, I have one and together we’ve been building our new family over the past six years. Block by block. Constructing/deconstructing, figuring out how to make this work. When you mix up families from previous relationships you don’t get the shiny LEGO instructions in a book. You get a box of blocks and a vision to build the most terrific building ever, and you just start. It fails a couple of times, you’ve to start over a couple of times, you browse the Internet in search of instructions more than a couple of times.

And if you persist, you eventually get to where we are now. We’ve melted into a family with our own dynamics, traditions and feel. And now it is time to move. We bought our first home together, a castle (not really a castle, but you get it).

So dear blog, that’s why I’ve abandoned you for a while, but I haven’t forgot you. You are a significant part of my identity as a writer, and I fully intend to pour words on the page and paste them to this website.

Pinky Promise.

Wallow. Yell. Exit.

One thing I love about writing stories is choosing TITLES, especially chapter titles, but today I’m very much annoyed.

Part of that has to do with a HUGE bill that arrived before the weekend, lack of sleep, and not being in the mood for the Day Job, but most of it is the result of title writer’s block. Not for the chapters but for the story.

The problem?

THEY ARE ALL TAKEN.

EVERY SINGLE ONE I CAME UP WITH ALREADY EXIST!

Wallows in self-pity. Yells at Internet Void. Exits blog.

I look Like a Panda when I cry (or: a weird post about tears and nothing in particular)

Yesterday I watched the season’s finale of The Good Place, and ugly cried until I resembled a panda.

The mascara of days before was smudged over my face, my eyes turned puffy, and I hugged my black and white panda cat to make the SAD feeling go away. In case you’re wondering why I’m writing this on my blog here’s a spoiler alert: I don’t know.

So know you know I look like a panda when I cry. The obvious reason for this is that I need to clean my face more and better, so make-up residues won’t get mixed up with tears. You also know TV/movies make me cry. Sometimes I think my tears dwell on the surface, grabbing every opportunity to get out. Maybe I haven’t cried enough over the years.

Now I wonder if tears turn sour. I also think of Snape and his last tears and now I kind of want to write a story about a tear stealer.

A sneak peek into three seconds of how my mind works. Kind of want to change the title again, but won’t because otherwise chances are I’ll wake up Pie (inner-editor) and she’ll delete this whole post.

Bye.