Finally, I've done it very well. Yesterday was the day of writing. As I told you here I couldn't overcome my fears and challenges how to write something fascinating these days that eventually it happened yesterday and my hands were ruined. Having fed up with writing, made me really invigorated and delighted.
Started to collect some tiny and miscellaneous ideas were messed up in every cranny and nook, gathering them and trying to discover something relevant to diaspora and xenophobia of immigration issue, then begging setting up some characters and their dependent environments. Many of them should waffle around the Hudson river where is my heaven.
There's still a lot to write and to read and to clean and packing and organizing. - this sentence makes me laugh because reminds me of Joe's declaration for Monica and Chandler marriage that was contained a lot of receiving and sharing:) love him n miss a big time-
Anyway, yesterday started reading a book named - a thousand fears and dreams- is written with Atiq Rahimi, Afghan writer. The whole atmosphere of the book is sort of hallucination and delusion that makes me intense to keep going today along with my hesitation of turning off or on or going to emergency style of the cell phone that I learn yesterday which i was dogged and determined to finish my unfinished writing project. gotta go to write a review about a book " hallow frames"
By the way, picking some new words from language tree was launched. Yay picking and eating them with alacrity.