Why did I choose Siobhán as main character name? And other news…

First of all, please let’s talk about the pronunciation.

Siobhán = shiv + awn

I know some of you know how to pronounce it, but to be clear and don’t flay it anymore.

It’s an Irish name and that means “God is gracious” and is related to these names: Joan, Joanne, Joanna, Jane, Sinéad.

I really like this name and I know as I won’t have children but I had a daughter I would have loved to call her this way, but the point isn’t here.

I’ve always been attracted to Irish names and I’ve decided to use them in every single Novel or short novel I’ll be writing in English (not the translations, the novels originally written in English).

I find this name strong and soft at the same time, the one of a kind name, you can’t forget.

Let’s get to the other topics.

I restarted the translation of the trilogy. I got the principal title along with the 3 subs ones and the covers. So it’s working quite well.

I also started 2 other English projects, so I switch from one to another following the inspiration.

I’m quite happy with the journey I’m accomplishing, coming from a non-self-confident person to someone who dares much more than I used to.

“My name is Siobhán”, release date : End of November 2017 – LiLys Editions

I’m flying to Ireland next week. Back to the Homeland, promise I’ll post some pictures.

That’s all for today folks.

XoXo

Ems

 

 

So I have a type.

For long enough I thought I didn’t really have a physical type for men.

How wrong I was.

Going through the years, apart from one exception or two, they have all the same characteristics:

Brown-haired, either part Italian, either part Irish, and all above 1,75m tall and smart.

I thought I based my choices on Charisma, but if you look back to my longest relationship (it lasted ten years), the guy had the charisma and the charm of a poop.

So what makes us more attracted to a certain type than another? Apparently if the guy doesn’t correspond to these criteria, I don’t even look at them, not a second (apart for 2 exceptions I won’t mention here, because it’s not worth the point), and therefore, they don’t get the chance to let me acknowledge if their culture is high enough to lead me to think and stimulate my brain.

Is just that all chemical, or are we conditioned to like a certain type? Are we inclined to repeat the same pattern over and over again to find the best match? Aren’t we allowed to change pattern and test out what’s best for us?

I know this makes no sense, but after uncovering that I was repeating the same pattern I was just wondering if things imprinted within us can truly change.

I’m also wondering if you ultimately know when you meet the person who you’re supposed to be with although you’re not vibrating on the same pace at the moment. Is this person meant to come back in your life at some point or the “misvibration” is just permanent?

I guess I have quite a lot of questions to ask to the Universe, because things are getting pretty messed up inside my brain, which leads me to a new English novel to come, I just started it so I can’t tell when I twill be released, but it’s a total work in progress.

 

In the end, I am a healer not a keeper

A few weeks ago I thought I found the right balance between work, artist life, second work and love relationship.

Although the situation was complex, I found myself at peace. The one peace you look for.

All of this ended brutally without any prior warnings, by getting told that there were never any feelings. Not once.

It was the first time I gave back my trust to someone as a Whole. For the first time I didn’t fear to be myself because I never felt judged and I thought this sincerity would be enough, I thought giving access to what I keep from everybody except my closest friends would be enough.

I opened my world entirely and I shouldn’t have done that…And the last time I will ever do.

I was just the healer not the keeper. I was just there on the chasing field ready to be sacrificed.

As a healer, I’ve expressed compassion, tried to understand the situation and tried to not be pushy. I think a pretty succeeded on that level, but I just burnt myself to a point I never thought I would. I feel numb and already lost a stone.

Being the bubbly me, the “culturovore” me, the sweet but honest me wasn’t enough.

I’ve learned that people always chase more. People are never satisfied with what they have.

They chase perfection, but nobody is perfect. And by this quest, people crash others on their path.

I don’t want more, I just want nice. I just want a simple and sweet relationship based on honesty and respect not a quest for more.

Xxx

Ems

That’s a good news

“Dear Diary” has changed title. Its name is now “My Name is Siobhán” and its release will occur by the end of November 2017. I’m happy it is finally happening; this is a pocket format, with 149 pages. I’m not used to have such a short work, but this will be a good exercise.

I’m now looking for promotion option in Belgium. This will be a bit difficult, but hey… Nothing is impossible!

I already have options to meet Waterstone and an English library called Cook&Book.

I still have plenty of time to think about that. I will realease the cover soon, stay tuned.

Have a wonderful day!

Ems

Have you ever been placed in a position you never thought you’d be ?

I have principles. One of them is: don’t do to others what you wouldn’t to yourself.

You might say it’s intuitive, logical, common sense, but what you don’t imagine is that your heart puts you to a certain level of feelings you just can’t stand waiting anymore. And so you become what you always said you’d never become: Crap…

For a few days (I cannot say weeks as I discovered the elephant on Monday), I’ve been described as  someone I’m not. Well to be precise as someone I never thought I could be. And actually, if you try to understand the other person’s perception, I actually might be this someone although I didn’t ask for the situation.

Are you still there? Did I lose you on the way? Wave if you fell off the wagon.

I cannot disclose too much in here and that’s a shame because I need to let it out, but as this particular person is spying on me (Hello if you’re reading this) and as another person could be hurt, I have to be as vague as possible.

Anyway, Monday was a cruel day. Really. Bad news on bad news, trying to understand positions of others and trying to get this headache disappear from where it came from. I couldn’t be myself. No.

I couldn’t be the one I’m usually because I feel manipulation quite easily and there it was.  As I already explain I’m someone who is able to control her emotions quite easily (which leads to an impossible way to let go), but feelings is something out of my reach, I can’t control them, so when the news came at the evening it was the drop too much in the ocean and I snapped because I realized someone was working on destroying my personal reputation. Someone is literally stalking me and is literally giving a version of the truth of what’s really happening while working on the other hand to place confusion in people’s mind. People I care about a lot.

How do I know ? We have acquaintances and one of them couldn’t believe that person was talking about me until (s)he showed him/her many of my profile pictures. (s)he is slut shaming me, but with no written proof. I just have “words on the street” and I can’t do much about it.

I’m not sure I’ll be able to handle this situation for months and I’m confused about the decision I have to make because things are complicated, but the pieces of the puzzle are getting together and I’m sure this person is just using the power (s)he has on the other one to keep her/him under control.

Well. This blabbering doesn’t make sense for you, but I had to write it down. I had to let it out somewhere.

Sorry, I’m not ready to be stabbed and do nothing.

And if I was just… #13reasonswhy

I was just not meant to be more.

It’s hard to explain what I wanna say. Even in the language of the heart.

I feel a lot, always. Everything takes proportions I don’t want them to, but how are you supposed to regulate this? Sometimes I would like to shut these emotions down ‘cause they just bring me pain and sorrow. They are just too painful to sustain. I wish I was able to act like I don’t care. Well actually I can. That’s the “superpower” I developed along the years making sure the others just don’t notice what I feel, especially when I’m hurt. What I would like is annihilate every piece of emotion, every tiny little feelings creeping through my heart and actually feel nothing.  I would really appreciate sometimes to be characterized with impaired empathy and remorse, and bold, dis-inhibited, egotistical traits. Yes in other terms: a mid-psychopath… This sometimes would help me through life. Theirs has to be easier without any feelings or emotions… maybe I am insane after all…

I know by reading this, you must ask yourself why. The reason is simple: I don’t induce feelings in others. I induce curiosity, such as a cage animal you want to see because you’ve heard of it.

Something you wanna possess because you’ve got the possibility to. Something practical to have on hand because it makes you feel better. Something you hide, actually, because you’re ashamed to be paired with, but you just can help going back to. Something temporary. An experience. Something you place between two appointments with your dentist.

Welcome to the Freak Show.

People just don’t get it when I say I’m an empty shell because they can’t see exactly what’s inside.

They see me as bubbly, joyful, with a certain approach on life that is careless. The truth? I really care, but not for myself. I realized a longtime ago that I would never be a priority in others vision, so I act as if I don’t care. As if my life was just a gigantic part where people have their place, but where I never find the right character fit for myself.

You know what made me realize I wasn’t different from the girl I was in high school?

The Netflix Series 13 reasons why. I related too much with Hannah. She cared too much. Always.

She made a decision I wasn’t brave enough to take. Yes, it’s brave to choose to let go one way or another. The way she put the responsibility on the others, is not. They are not the reasons why she did it. She just did it because she was different because she cared more about the others than herself and she couldn’t take it anymore. She just couldn’t bear the pain her feelings caused her. She decided to let go because she, at this very moment, thought she never would be someone’s priority.

One can argue that life is precious and I won’t contradict them, but I can also perfectly understand you want to end what you didn’t ask for. Her classmates might have contributed to her distress, but they just didn’t make it on purpose, they were just teenagers.

Well apart from one… One I once knew as well. One that has his place behind bars.

Regarding the high school advisor, he didn’t do his job. He wasn’t there for her when she tried to tell him she was about to end her life. He has a responsibility as an adult who has as a priority to be there for the students.

Anyway. This series got me to burst in tears. Ripped what’s left of my heart out of my chest.

Nobody… but you…

This could have been the title of the next project. This might be. Or not.

This makes me think of an old (yes I said old… it was on the 1996 (first) Backstreet boys album. Sang by Kevin.  A bit different from the other tracks, this was the one I was listening to calm me down. Why? No idea.

The only thing I know:  the rhythm still provokes the same reaction.

So, I might have another English short novel on the way. I said might. It needs to mature a bit before I spill out the words, before the words hit the paper.

Projects tend to pile up. I need to make choices. Set my priorities. A lot of things interest me, but will I lose myself again by trying too much things at the same time. I don’t know. Will I find this right balance between reason and passion? Am I made to find this point? Only Captain Malcolm Reynolds  knows.

Oh by the way. I met Nathan Fillion this weekend. Nothing to report apart he is a real sweetheart. And will stay in my esteem on the highest level.

I better Dash. I’m scrutinized and I know I’d better be doing something else.

Se y’all soon folks.