Half Way yesterday was exhilarating. Today, it's debilitating! 🤯 I'm a little overwhelmed at all the possibilities, all the strands that could be woven into countless possibilities, all the outcomes. I could go any way I want with this; I could turn it into a murder-mystery, a romance, or a self-discovery story... At this point anything's still possible. But once I commit, that's it (it's not, but it feels like it! 😆) Which am I most drawn to? Which is the better fit? What does my character want? ⁉️ I'm sitting with those ideas today and letting them percolate, playing with ideas and outcomes for Acts 2 and 3. I had been thinking she'd be KIDNAPPED but I'm not sure I want to write that now; I'm not sure SHE wants that. She's been terrorised enough already! 😂 So I may diverge away from that idea, while there's still time to do so. ⭐ I'm a sculptor with a half finished piece - the clay is still telling me which way it wants to go. The threads of a thousand strings want to be woven into a tapestry, but I don't yet know the entire story. And getting to the top of Everest is only half way there - you still need to get all the way back down safely, before you can say you're finished. 👣 And so today the outcome hangs in the air... unreachable for now. Dangling like a Piñata on a wish tree. 😆 I once went to a wishing tree in Hong Kong. You had to toss an orange, with a prayer attached to it by a long string, into the tree. The tree was full of dangling wish oranges. 😍 When my turn came, the string got caught on my bracelet and I ended up flinging it backwards over my shoulder, where it landed on the windshield of a parked car. The orange splattered open, juice ran out. Epic fail. When life gives you lemons, you make lemonade. I suppose the same can be said for oranges...? 🍊 I never made my wish, so today I'm asking the orange-wish-tree gods, and I'm letting the pieces fall where they may... I hope that doesn't mean that my character will end up
I live in Orion’s Belt In sequences of threes In drops of honey And drips of vinegar Contradictory in nature Despairing or overbearing in nurture Gaining wisdom from epilogue Digital world: engage, I’m analogue. Hey, thanks for reading this far, I’m curious; who is your favourite author to read?
✨ g l o w ✨ . . I am woman. All of me is woman, The way god wanted me to be. . . I never take for granted the life I have today. Whether it’s my freedom to take a walk on my own or my freedom to say what I feel and think or my freedom to choose what to wear or my freedom to choose what I want to become. These may seem like an obvious thing for a person to have access to but I know the only reason why I have so much freedom is because the women before me have sacrificed so much for me to be here. My mother(s), they only ever had one dream, which is to ensure that their children live better. I cannot express to you the level of selflessness that they possess because it’s really at a level even I can’t comprehend. Everything they do, they do for their children. There were no thoughts of what they wanted to do with their life for their own. There was only— I need to ensure they live better than me. Mashallah. . . Now, I look back only to tell them how far we’ve come and I look forward to living a life that is filled with mistakes or I would rephrase it as opportunities for growth that I will (hopefully) learn from and move forward to becoming the woman I was always meant to be. Everyday has been a blessing and I’m grateful to have been apart of such great, intelligent, beautiful, soulful women 💕 . . Thank you @aimanazhar from @allisamazing 🙏🏻✨ it was a fun day out with my art babies 💕 go check out their blog for some amazing stories of some amazing women in the art scene 🤗