My Inspiration... Part 4🖤

So, as I try to finish the next chapter, I'd like to mark the day. Exactly one year ago I pressed the "publish" button with fear and excitement and my first chapter became not only my secret...

For a whole year I wrote non-stop and my "I only have a couple ideas" turned into 13 (my goodness) stories, short and not so short 😅

I got regular readers and was generally well received in this "author's society" I had so abruptly fallen into...

For a whole year I wrote, sometimes with a smile, sometimes with tears (those are the most touching chapters and the most talked about). I write all the time (a little less now), I write at home at night, in the morning in the park, in a coffee shop, on a picnic, in the playground, in the car, everywhere...

I write and I love it so much... I write and find inspiration in myself and the people around me...🩷

Today I'm warming up with mulled wine. Although it's beautiful outside, it's very cold. Because of the high humidity, it's foggy and the same -7°C feels like -15°C 🥶

Such cold is nasty, it gets under your skin... Honestly, it's a lot more comfortable when it's freezing than in this weather. So, warm up 👌☺️

Morning 🍁🖤

My inspiration 🖤 Part 14 🩷

My birthday present from a close friend ☀️

This is a very calming, meditative activity... We both seemed to be lost in our thoughts.

It was warm and cozy in the workshop and it was snowing outside the window... ❄️

It seems that I haven't written a line for today (or yesterday). Sigh...The focus of my attention has drifted.

It seems that I was so eager to take a photo of something that I shoted the process of making cookies while my cat sat patiently watching me near her empty bowl.

It seems that everything smells of lavender - my kitchen, my shirt and my fingertips.

It seems like a pretty good idea... 💜

Spring mood 🩷☀️

Sometimes I can be like this...

A night of bad dreams, the sound of raindrops on the window, the desire to put on an oversized grey hoodie and become invisible, but I overpower myself.

The rain doesn't stop, we're late, I put on my, as they say, "slavic face". My lips are pursed and with one look I can turn someone to ash. Just stay away from me today.

I pull out my playlist of the stupidest, most depressing songs.

Sometimes I can be like this and it's hard to be a sun addict.

I go for a coffee.

And yes, drivers who speed through the big puddles in this weather, there's a separate hellhole for you!

Sometimes I can be like this...

Morning 💛