What follows is a wee li'l story inspired by @clareartista and me mistakenly drinking (caffeinated) coffee for the first time in about a month. After the Sunday market, on a slightly chilly but beautiful

Re-claiming my creativity.

Yawn! No, this is not the title of a post-apocalyptic movie or should I say post-post-apocalyptic? ;>) The inspiration for this write up basically came to me feeling exhausted this morning

Dealing with Hanger on a Sunday Morning

on feeling disco nnected but creative

So many thoughts, not sure where to begin... So let's start with the middle and not even worry about the end. In all honesty, all my stories are vinished, pun intented, so why would they need an ending,

Today it was even hotter than yesterday ( I think the thermometer reached 42 Celsius ) and even now, at almost 10:30PM, I am struggling with the heat, inside my apartment ( no AC and 28 Celsius ). Being

At the end of this afternoon, on one of the hottest days of the year, nearing 40 Degrees Celsius, I went to one of my favorite terraces, overlooking the river and my favorite mini river beach.

(The word about ) Hypersensitivosaurus is still spreading, day by day, without ( me ) forcing it. Yesterday, when I was heading to the river, I bumped into an acquaintance, who said she had finished reading

Today I decided to spend a couple of hours without my phone, while making sure that I brought enough things along with me to create or jot down my ideas when I would feel inspired. One swimming session,

How a recent encounter reminded me of this ( part of my ) story.

on selling my book, my way

I only need to leave my apartment, walk to the nearby river beach ( which takes me less than 10 minutes ) and plop down in a plastic chair on the Summer terrace - a place overlooking the river as well

Getting back into creative gear....

on the long awaited arrival of my book

for those of you who wonder when they finally get their ~~claws~~ hands on a signed copy of my book

This is a continuation of my books arrived ( and were almost stolen) at my mom's front door So, the books arrived and my mom was about to send a bunch of them from her, in The Netherlands, to me, in Portugal,

On gamifying my books and enjoying the creative journey

Back into gamemaking to promote my book(s) in a fun way

on the exciting arrival of the first print of my book