We’re still working on it with Skylar. A lot of mistakes are still in this tiny tiny part, but we don’t care, we create.
After two years it was about time I release another book.
I don’t know if I can say I’m exited because I’m genuinely scared.
First book in English, a Novella, not my style at all, but it was sitting here waiting for me to grab the courage to push it into this world. Maybe it’s not good, surely it needs improvement.
For the moment it will be available only in Belgium in France in its paper version, because the price tag is different, and shipping costs from Belgium to other countries are so expensive it would make it like you paid twice the book.
So what I would suggest, would be to wait for its electronic release for you to get it if you’re abroad and for those who are in Belgium and France, to come meet me at the book fairs I will be attending because I doubt that libraries will be interested in a book in English unfortunately.
Nonetheless, I’m thrilled it’s out and I’ll be happy to present it because it was really fun to write and the first reader are quite enthusiastic and find it too short, which is good news, isn’t it?
So you just have to wait two more weeks to discover it. Two tiny little weeks.
Then you know what you have to do!
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.
I’m flying to Ireland next week. Back to the Homeland, promise I’ll post some pictures.
That’s all for today folks.
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.
Hey My Loves
Good news, the text is now final and an illustrator is on the cover project.
First it will be electronically released. Paper copy will be available for the people who were beta-reading it and for European countries only.
This might seem a bit radical, but living here in a French speaking country and not having a provider in English speaking countries makes the product price go up (dramatically), and I don’t even talk about shipping cost. We will try to find a way to ship overseas, but it’s not a priority as for now.
So keep sneaking around here, because you’ll get news very soon!
I just really need to take back my life at some point and stop hiding although I’m pretty sure I’m the biggest embarrassment the Earth as ever carried.
I’m not sure what to do with myself, not sure I wanna live this life, not sure I wanna be the one who’s always there for everybody. If you crossed my path in real life, you know I’m someone who is positive, not always, but most of the time I am. I can get pretty upset in the traffic jam, but I also try to remain calm by listening the playlist I created for those special annoying occasion (yeah you know why the weather is terrible in Belgium).
The last two years have been hard on me (or should I say the last three years), and 2016 was a pretty awful one, but I refuse to let the “nothing”, the “depressing darkness” continue to drag me down because if I do, I will probably be dead any time soon.
That doesn’t mean I’m gonna be all about glitter and unicorns, no, I’m still dark inside, but I refuse to believe that my life is finished.
I don’t believe in love anymore, this is a fact and I’m not sure I will in the future, but I don’t want to isolate myself from friendship. The hardest part is keeping friendship alive when you don’t have any place of your own because you still have to deal with the Hell hole that was yours and you have to live back at your mom’s place because you can’t afford a rent as you’re paying the entire loan for something that is supposed to be owned and paid by two people. This prevent you to invite people, to spend time with someone that might be more than a friend as you cannot have intimacy in any way.
This is what my life looks like for nearly two years now. It’s hard not holding the grudge to someone who fled the country and left you handle everything. The someone who can have a life on his own because this person doesn’t care.
Inside I’m nearly dead, I can’t trust anybody. I hate that.
I’m not used to be suspicious about people, not that way. I just don’t let them approach me. I wanna believe I’m not dead … yet, but it’s becoming harder and harder to have faith in what’s my life gonna look like. I will hold on to hope for a little longer, but only the future knows for how long.
For those who are not familiar with the backstage of a book fair, you might think everything is cool, everything’s fine, every person you will meet will be nice.
The closer you look the more wrong you get. How? Just because you start realizing people aren’t always the joyful and kind person you think. A lot of them are there to sell their book no matter what and it’s rare to see an author or a publisher refusing a sale to a public for whom it’s not the appropriate content.
I saw a lot of them talking shit about the readers and then suddenly they change when someone is interested in their books.
I took the habit not sitting behind my chair and let the reader come and manipulate the object, when he/she asks questions, I answer simply without saying I’m the author. And then when I ask if they want a signature, you see the smile appearing on their face. This is priceless, the smile they give you, the conversation, the ideas exchange you have with them. Not the book you will sell.
I must admit sometimes it’s hard to be in a good mood every minute, but if you look really carefully, you will find something fun to cheer you up in the hypocritical world.
I hate that hypocritical side of this world, but when you put a smile on someone’s face, this will lingers with you the following days.