Hey beautiful people! Time for an update from me.
First of all: I've moved. I'm in Milan, Italy now. I suppose I should be taking pictures here, there and everywhere I go, but I've had to leave my camera behind for the time being. I have a spare one, but it's only a point&shoot camera I used when I was 16 - don't expect brilliant results, though I will try my best if I get a chance.
I'll be staying here a while, sorting out my future life. It's going to be good, it's going to be great.
(Brownie Points if you know who I quoted just there)
Second titbit of news: I have a blog-fiction series on my blog (where else! lol) that you might enjoy!
Blogfic is a relatively new style of creative writing which relies on blog-length stories or chapters. It makes for easy reading as each one can be read in no more than two minutes. Hopefully you'll like mine, though you'll have to subscribe to my blog (lunavisions.altervista.…
) if you want to keep up with updates. I'll post an excerpt from Part I at the bottom of this journal and you can read the rest on the blog. I'm writing Part IV now so do let me know what you think of the previous "episodes" in the comments.
Third and final point of interest: You may see images on my blog. If I favourite one of your images, chances are I like it enough to ask you if I can feature it. If you think your art is worth a feature on my blog, do let me know - I won't say no, but it may be a while until I write something which asks for your art. Something just has to call out to me. Writing first, image later.
That will be it for now. I did promise an excerpt though:
Giles was depressed. Or at least he thought he was. He believed he could do anything he set his mind to, but everytime he did he felt held back by something beyond his control. It was frustrating. It was demotivating. It became depressing.Coincidence by fibulamim
One day he was trudging through the damp, oppressing streets he always walked along when a stranger with a darkened look looked him straight in the eyes as if looking for a glimmer of the hope he longed for. Giles had none to give right now. The stranger walked ever closer, never breaking eye contact. Giles slowed to a stop though he couldn't understand why.
" My name is Peter," said the stranger, "I'm lost."
"What's the trouble? Where are you headed? I don't know this city as well as I'd like, but I'm sure I can at least guide you in the right direction." Giles had never really strayed far from the places he knew and rarely walked a different route to the one he now took to get anywhere. Still, something about Peter hit Giles and made him want to know more.
Light & Love to all!