Tag: thegirlwitharedtypewriter

H o m e

I used to think of home as a physical place — until life took its course laughing at my so-well-made plans and habits. My parents passed away, my brother and I left, the building was sold. Maybe because my nature has always been the one of a wanderer, I kind of learned to call myself ‘my own home.’ I say…

Embracing the creative life – part I

I’m 34, and I spent about 30 years sabotaging my (writing) life. For a very long time, I thought I wanted to live the same life of my parents. A stable job in one place, a house with a mortgage, a life partner, kids to perpetuate the generation. I wrote my first poem when I could barely grab a pen.…

Poetry

Happens throughout the early hours’ darkness. When everyone else’s asleep, drunk or making love, I crave a sacred silence. I don’t look for something to write. I don’t think about the last sunrise on the beach. All I have to do is surrender and flow. It’s a courtship with my solitude – sometimes it plays a bit hard to get.…

Madeira island

I spent on and off about a year and a half in Portugal. Compared to other Southern European communities, the Portuguese kind and laid back attitude is probably my favourite. Maybe it’s not a chance my last month in this country was in Madeira. Being from an island myself, I like fantasising about living where I am surrounded by waters –…

Rejections – creative life and failures

Rejections are the norm if you want to see your work published, and there is no shortcut to this. It’s like when you have to learn to cycle. You’re doomed to fail at first. What a catastrophe for an unpublished writer, you’d think. Well, I believe that creativity in the purest sense of the word is today’s limping relative. Being aware…