T-minus 1 week to editing deadline...
As you know, I took most of last week off, so it's time to get moving. Eek!
Besides caffeine, what keeps you motivated to get shit done? Send me your tips! ☕️📚💥
Ga jij naar Creative live dit weekend?
Zaterdag 24 maart ga ik @studiosuikerzoet helpen, en geef ik ook twee mini workshops van 30 minuten in haar stand.
Deze mini workshop gaat over inspiratie!
Ik heb een schrift ontworpen (A6) waarin je kunt letteren en tekenen. Laat je inspireren door de pagina’s. Ik leg je graag uit hoe!
Op de foto zie je de voorkant, maar je kan -nog leuker- ook je eigen voorkant komen tekenen/letteren. Kortom, het worden 30 inspirerende minuten.
Leuk voor grafisch ontwerpers, stationary nerds als ik, illustrators, maar ook als je interesse hebt in (bullet) journaling en handlettering, of gewoon graag tekent, ook dan is dit schrift heel leuk!
Er is plek voor 8 personen. Ik geef deze mini workshop van 12:00-12:30 en van 14:30-15:00 uur. De prijs om mee te doen is €10 (contant betalen geen pin). Je krijgt dan mijn uniek ontworpen schrift twv €8,50 waarin je gaat werken. Van te voren aanmelden kan niet, je kunt alleen aanschuiven op de dag zelf.
Misschien tot zaterdag!
I'm glad you have someone to give you shoulder. I'm glad you have someone to be there for you where I used to be. I'm glad you finally mean the words "moving on". I'm glad you found your happiness in someone. I'm happy for you. I'm so so happy 'cause I've always wished the best for you. I'm glad how easily you handed down my place to someone else. I'm glad how you let someone replace me. Wait! What about me? Where do I go? You knew from the first day I don't let people in. I don't need anyone. I was the strong girl they talked about who stands alone. Yes, I was heartless. You know why I was? Ever thought that maybe I hid it so I can protect it from this day. You did this to me. You made me weak. You made me fragile. You brought down my walls and shielded me. I'm thankful for that and I'll always be. What now? Where do I start huh? Where do I start building it? I cannot let anyone in like you did. Tell me, where am I supposed to go from here? You've been depressed. You suffered. Guess what, I did too. I was hurt too. I have no one. I have my friends. God knows, how much I love them. They've always had my back. Is hard for you to see that I just cannot give your place to anyone else. There's huge space in my life that I cannot fill. So, tell me where do I go?
The other night, my hubby came home and gave me flowers to say "thank you for working so hard." It was such a lovely and unexpected thing for him to do.
I had been re-drafting my a book in every spare moment I can squirrel away. It will probably take me another week to complete.
An hour here in between client calls, editing, work and looking after J.
And yet I know that this is what I'm meant to do. This book, this dream - it has to be explored, has to be followed.
No matter how worn out it makes me in the process.
Because it's a niggle that won't go away. There's something about it.
So if I seem more absent or more distracted as of late it's because I'm lost in a deadline.
A looming one at that, where time won't wait and agents get sent multiple manuscripts by the day, only for them to stay on the slush pile, and never be read.
But this book deserves to be read and I hope that one day soon, you will all get to read it too.
Because so much has gone into it.
So much heart.
So much soul.
And my main character and her feisty nature, her can do anything if you give it a try, ethic. She deserves to be picked up, explored and loved.
As only all good books can be... x
“Why is it that people seem to be so fascinated with space?” she asked, eying the night sky above them, “captivated by an endless darkness and never fading cold? An infinite vacuum that would kill us within the blink of an eye?” He had listened to her words in silence, his vision blurred by the dim light the full moon was providing. “It is rather scary, isn’t it?” she added. He kept tracing the constallions above with his gaze, “I think that is exactly where it’s fascination lies.”
- // excerpt from a romance I will never write
j.d.m. (photo: me)
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I am held by the universe like the sun is held by the horizon, dipping its ball of fire in the indigo horizon and descending like a god into his underworld. Held by the all and full of trust, like the sun, I descend within my soul, into the belly of the earth and its deepest waters, drown in the sweetness of being, of truly, deeply being.
I take my garments off and make love to the ocean and the air and I feel the ecstasy fill me to the tips of my fingers, to the top of my head. I feel ebbs and flows inside me as I breathe in the bliss of being alive, alive and full.
Under the high beaming sun, I stand with my toes upon the earth, push my soul against the sea sprinkled with shiny specks of light. As I anchor my bodily shell into the ground, I left my soul soar free into the arch of the sky.
I believe in nothing but the truth of this moment—the breeze kissing my naked skin, my thighs aching for the touch of saltwater, my eyes seeing into the stars and beyond, on the tides of reality, potent and unafraid.
May this feeling and this love be my only armour and my only guidance.
📸 by @catinnca.
... In is the only way out and it’s better if we come undone and learn to hold each other we need nothing more, just to be alone
together, I will guard your solitude and you will witness mine and in this interlude, our shells will resign and fall we’ll see our hearts align.
We are all aching to be met with grace by another when we are freely falling into the embrace of the ether where we find, souls rippling the primordial connection what we were truly made for — each other.
I lose everything when I am loved.
I lose my shells and tethers in this open space of nowness, aquiver with the possibilities of all that we can become together, as we twine our greatest beings mightier than the old gods, as we create our shared reality, and forge the bond between us to be more potent than the swell of the sea—
Pulling and pushing, falling and rising in a dance of becoming, renouncing and divesting to be naked, to be free, aglow with the redemptive ache of vulnerability, ablaze with the inescapable knowledge of death, and of loss. Like embers, we must taste the dust to give birth to the fire.
For even as we open our hearts to love’s light, so do we open them to the plight of feeling our own mortality, of loving fiercely what is knowing that it will cease to be, of holding one another for moments suspended in eternity with our souls breaking as they heal... Because our love knows no time but our bodies, our bodies do.
When I am loved, I lose everything but love.
Read full poem on @breadandcigarettes, link in bio. 🙏🏻✨
Visionary art by @markhensonart.
“Become loving. When you are in the embrace, become the embrace. Become the kiss. Forget yourself so totally that you can say, “I am no more. Only love exists.” Then the heart is not beating, but love is beating. Then the blood is not circulating, but love is circulating. Then eyes are not seeing, love is seeing. Then hands are not moving to touch, love is moving to touch. Become love and enter everlasting life. Love suddenly changes your dimension. You are thrown out of time and you are facing eternity. Love can become a deep meditation, the deepest possible. Lovers have known sometimes what saints have not known.” ⠀⠀
And as she read
It occurred to her
How especially dead
It would seem
To live in a universal
State of silent assemblies
However so, with
Ever rising intrigue
She yearned this. ..-./- - -/.-.//- -/../-.-./...././.-../.-../.