it's been a week. it's not that i haven' written a word so far, i've actually worked on the story i want to send to the females association competition in january. it must be 4 a4 full sheets, font size 12, so very limited. but the most difficult part is trying not to let biography interfere with the story, because the theme i must write about is generation contrasts, something very familiar to me.
paralelly, as a sort of therapeutic catarsis, i've been venting my feelings about what happened. borges said we should write about our pain later, in order to see a logical progression and feel better. it's helping me heal the pain and feeling strong enough to share it. it's helping me understand that No man is an island, Way out in the blue, We all look to the one above, For our strength to renew.