Tradition Beat Novelty

Okay, so I didn’t get used to my new address. Novelty couldn’t beat Tradition. I’m going back to the good old, so… I’d be very grateful if you could update your links (in case any of you has any kind of link to me… does anybody even read? besides of course you, you, you, and maybe you).

The Alchera Project

Maybe out of nostalgia (watching all those TOL people hang out together while I’m sitting in a corner playing with a dead leaf—not that I didn’t choose this fate), I decided to join a monthly writing project: The Alchera Project. I still don’t know whether I’ll be accepted or not. Anyhow, I’ll think of something to write about this month’s topic.

I’ve always liked writing in English. Maybe even more than writing in Spanish. English has more sounds, or as Changhee says, it flows. Being able to say words like flow, hollow, weeping willow, sparkle, sprinkle, frost-bitten, roses, dereliction… I love it! Sometimes I wonder why I ever got so sick and tired of Dubuque, IA. I’m almost sure I could’ve become a real writer there (maybe not the greatest and best paid, but maybe I could’ve been locally known or something). But here… I could just give up on my dream and life would simply go on. Sad, huh?

Hm, I better get started and write. Write, write, write.

Life is one big irony at which you should smile sarcastically.


… et je choisis d’être isolée, je choisis la beauté d’un mot simple…

… and I choose to be isolated, I choose the beauty of a simple word…