Journal Entry – What I love about that magic with words

Hello fellow reader and writer,

you are reading that first piece of work of mine about our MOOC in BerkeleyX. As you may see, it is not my starting point with writing since I was playing with words months ago (at least in English, since it is not my first language). Even though I have started with short and brief paragraphs expressing my inner thoughts, I tried to experiment with my style trough short stories, mostly non – fiction stories, just to keep it simple. In a similar mood, my daily life, when it comes to write something in the english language, I prefer again to state my position in a more concise manner, that of business writing. My  level in academic writing still needs more time and less excuses to train myself more in depth.

I could only say that I both love and dread writing, mostly because I want to express myself as clear as I can, since something that is in a second language needs more practice. The  anticipation that a piece of work of mine could be criticized either postively or in a more negative way, could make feel less comfortable but nothing can be achieved if you do not risk and expose yourself out to the public.

As much I love writing, for sure I need to continue on by improving my personal style and vocabulary, since being a more creative writer could result one day to the first publish of a book written and filled with my own ideas.

Farewell dear friend, see you next week

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As I rush to catch up with everything

One of the themes for this post was supposed to be about fears, those frightened emotions somebody might have because of unexpected, usually, or even sudden and out of the program events. That could be the general idea you might get from this introduction.

But I would like to talk about a major thing that could have made me feel insecure many times in the past. And that is the possibility of lack of control over something.

Being a youngster with my mind over my head, daydreaming during most of the lectures in my school or even expressing myself through “creative projects” (as I like to call my sketches despite the outcome of the illustration) but being the older brother in my family, I prefered having everything as I wanted in my own way, with my own terms.

And then, it comes. Million of possible scenarios running in my head. Until the final countdown, each and every incident that could happen, will pass by my thoughts. Even if everything is running smoothly, I will not relax until the printing bell for the end.

That could only be good if you try to get yourself engaged with one thing. But for me, my enthusiasm might take over and I will try to catch up with everything. And then, hopefully, I will not lose the Control completely over them.


Pencil, pen, where and when

Brewed coffee in a lot, jazz playing on the background and nobody around to interupt, a cozy feeling that could trigger a beginning. The start of that story, with the following paragraphs deciphering the mystery that was left luring until that time.

An ideal atmosphere, don’t you think? As it should be, since writers need that space to explore their inner thoughts and fantasies. Many of them might work in the night or luring those early mornings when most of us are still sleeping, if not yawning. Others prefer the presence of human beings around them, their company along with those coffee noises.

But personally, I can’t survive in the silence neither in coffee shops. I have found myself writing while I’m in the bus, talking by the sea or among people being in a hurry. Images that come and go as I am on the move, could be proved to be the perfect piece for each story puzzle I want to talk about.

You may be at work, going back home, fooling around with friends in a cafe, while you are reading those sentences. Take a look around you. Can you see those fella over the window, the other one in a state of almost sleep, somebody else playing with their mobile phone? Each one has a story inside that we can also imagine. Those pictures are my daily doses of inspiration. And all I need is to move my footsteps out to the world.

Let the desk in my home be the last place for writing, only for final editing and only when the weather doesn’t favour me.

So, which is your favourite place to write?
And what would you like me to write about next?

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Today is the tomorrow you talked about yesterday

We sat by the fire. Sawdust and ashes were scattered around or even swept in the air, making the scenery around us even more magical. Having bonfires close to the sea was one of our favourites, especially if it was served with cold beers, sometimes with sweets. No waves could be seen and the sun has set a few hours ago. Thankfully, blackness has been intruded by the light of the fire, so we could see each other faces when we were talking.

“And how we ended up being 40…” said a blond woman named Jane, sitting next to me “it seems like years rushed when we had the time of our lives, but they only left us with memories, good or bad. It’s a shame that we haven’t still managed to create an alternative to a typical time machine. Oh, how I wish that I could live my childish years like forever or when I first entered college having no clue at all what was waiting for me at the corner…”.

“But still, you managed to go through all of this, without getting stuck, without losing valuable time. At least, you are one of those people that do not need to worry about what’s coming next, right?” Tom replied directly to an imaginary, hypothetical question of her.

“What makes you feel so nostalgic? Life comes and goes, that’s its natural circle and you should better accept now that you can” he continued.

“But what has made you feel this way?” now I was the curious one “is a happy moment that you are missing right now that can’t be compared with your present, is somebody beloved far gone and you can’t find contact? Maybe that feeling of incompletness that have reached you in your 40s?

“I may go for the last one, it sums up all the rest. Because, there were few happy moments that I had the chance to enjoy to the fullest, imporatant people, not many but counted on the fingers of both of my palms, that I wish I could say a word with them, even a 5-minute will be ample. Or take the risk when it was worth the feeling, or travel when my program was free and I was young with less worries in my head.”

“Do you know why most of the time, if not always, you didn’t come all the way to those things?” I told her.

“Why is that?” she asked.

“Because you used to repeat one word when somebody or even yourself might have come to question those choices” I replied.

“And which is..?”.

Later” I responded and I turned my eyes up to the night, full of stars, bright sky.

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What’s more to come (or else New year, New me stuff)

Did you count backwards the end of this year until the midnight and the 1st second of 2017? Did you remember to kiss each one of your family members, your closest friends, your partner (if you are lucky enough)?

And now that this New Year has come, would you start planning for that great trip you always wish to go but something (not so problematic) might change your thoughts? The gym, yes, that one down the corner of your street that seems pretty nice for that start into transforming that mumble chuble body of yours! What keeps you from starting?

Yeah I know, that girl you constantly have on your mind and you may never talk to her because you always hope but never bet? Guess what, nobody know what’s coming next (well, except of me, I mentioned you the consequences but you seemed stubborn so… That’s life!).

Chase and catch flights, buses, trains and not people! You can avoid the loneliness, but nobody learns anything without stay for a while in solitude, to get that feel of independence over themselves. And the time will come that you will appreciate the value of friendship and love.

Be responsible and acceptable with your past. What you have made the year before that can be counted as a mistake, probably it is time to avoid it, don’t you think? Do not just stand in front of that shinny mirror of your room, staring at your image and hoping that things might change. Do that damn thing you always wish for!

You can get lost with how many common New Year’s thoughts for that ego -me changing that devour us each passing 360 days you can find. But I would probably stick with mine since that’s what you came up for in here, right?

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I, the boy in mind,the man on the image, intend to read more by this year, in order to absorb more information about the world around me and the other universes that may inside the writers’ heads. But nothing could come without letting the pen (or the keyboard) write freely those late nights when images and fantasies could invade the inside of my mine easily.

New posts might not come easily and on time this period. Duty calls and free time might be less (for sure, less in from of a computer I guess). But, as aformentioned in previous posts, life is full of surprises. That post might be my constant reminder throughout this year.

So, what are you up to this year? Is that change on the calendar the first step for a better self? And the most important resolution: stop lying to yourself and do those lifestyle changes! Because, it’s never too late for these!

 

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Facebook group – You are welcome!

So, it’s been almost a month since I entered the dark alley of blogging and I believe I am getting more and more of… or better say getting better?!
I decided to update my space by designing a facebook group for anyone that would like (please dear follower) to have updates once in a while on his Home page on Facebook! You can find it by clicking on the link provided  🙂

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The cause of my writing

Since I tried to write my first essay in school and I read my first book (without images at all), I was dreaming about myself as the name author on the front page of many books, just that I could have imagine the main idea of story that could be lost inside white pages turning into words with general meaning and get you deep in another world from time to time.

I grew up, tried to write short stories, sometimes even tried with poems (for which I am still shy to even show to other people) that have got even some comments, either of approval and less frequently of disapproval (could say I was lucky or the people reading them were trying to be less mean?). But those were only in my first language, which is not English

It has been almost a month (well, and some days in addition) since I decided to entered the blogging world, in an attempt to write in another language than my first one. For someone coming from a country with no latin characters in its alphabet could be quite tough, especially when this “somebody” tries to express himself with more than the basic words and phrases (think so).

But it is not only the belief that I could survive in the blogging english writing (and mostly speaking) world but also hunger for expression to a wider angle of this world, not only within the limits of my community, my city or my country. I spend a year in another country, with a daily life way different from the one I used to have. And when I returned, me, myself and I were also changed from the experience that we got. So, without more babbling in that, getting more experience and probably feedback, which is welcome at any time, might straighten my mental road than it is still with flip and flops, turnings and uneven grounds.

So, in conclusion, I write because… it can keep myself healthy inside, gather my thoughts from the chaos of daily routine or even procrastination in an order. Writing has led me to my  Transformation besides my downfalls as a person, as a personality in the total.

When nothing could enter without my permission in my mind palace, I could just focus to the words, a story, sentence with a proper or even insane meaning that only can be translated in my head. From a common image in a trip with the bus to a movie about a creatures that have also existed in the human mind… or maybe not?