From the other day... currently suffering with a flareup due to stress. Not so fun.
Not knowing if I leave in 2 weeks or less is stressful to say the least. AND I have to repack ALL my belongings.
Plus on top of that I'm trying to finalise my first book. I'd like to get it completed, fully edited, everything, before I get to the UK. That way as soon as I get there I can go straight to print.
Figuring out which publisher is best to go with is hard though. So many logistics to figure out.
Cuando estás triste porque te ha pasado algo, o porque echas de menos a alguien, es una cosa... Te distraes, ocupas tu mente y lo sobrellevas hasta que amainan los recuerdos... Pero cuando la tristeza viene de un sitio muy profundo que apenas conoces... Uff, el miedo te vacía por dentro, te lleva a precipitarte a la nada y dejas de sentir sin saber por qué.
Es difícil de explicar y de sobrellevar, no tienes preguntas ni reproches a los que aferrarte... Los días pasan y esperas el desenlace final, una lucha cara a cara contra un lobo hambriento y muy, muy feroz... Solo puede quedar uno, tú o él.
By Madi Merino.
10,000 Copies Sold in 3 Days
So don't give up on your dreams. God will unfold a better one in His perfect time.
2. A book could do so many wonders -- give value to people and act as your marketing/salesperson. That book has helped the company grow their sales.
If you have dreams of writing a book, don't bury it. Keep it alive. This is one of my missions : to help you write your book and share your story to the world.
Here's the link of an interview with ABS-CBN's ANC on the Money where I talked about how you can write a book even if you're not a writer. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-QKRnIR-nco
I wish you success and happiness!
Founder, The 90-Day Book Writing Challenge
P.S. If you've been wanting to write a book but you don't know where to start, this 5-minute interview will inspire you. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-QKRnIR-nco
P.P.S. I can help you write your own book and share your story to the world. But before that, I would like to share with you a letter that made me say, "Wow! Kinilig naman ako dito!" (This made me giddy with excitement)
Hint: It's not a love letter. Will share the complete story on Friday! :) And oh, have you registered yet to the Global Authors Summit? Tickets are selling out fast! Reserve your seats now and avail of the Early Bird Rates! bit.ly/GlobalAuthorsSummit
In this modern world,
Where self help is so popular,
To be more,
A question must be pondered,
Do we think we are enough?
Listening to podcasts,
Going to seminars,
Reading books on the latest strategy,
Steroids for the mind,
Growth is a beautiful thing,
But where that desire comes from,
Is of importance to our lives,
Are we improving to be enough,
Chasing goal after goal,
To fill a void...
For the modern mind,
Doing is so much easier than being,
Adding layers to who we are,
Being far easier,
Then letting them go,
When we are at peace,
With who we are,
And we decide to create,
Then a tension is released,
We no longer struggle,
We enjoy the process of growing into who we would love to be,
Being and doing become balanced,
And we create our lives,
From an already happy place,
Self-love in abundance,
Stripping away beliefs,
Layers that do not serve us,
And now and again,
We have insight,
Of tremendous value,
In which we integrate as a bonus,
Into who we already are...
… Adding to our being which is already…
Whenever I fall sick, all the negative thoughts come rushing into my mind, lying on the bed, and staring at the ceiling. It's not like I deliberately want to remember all the bad things. But, somehow, everything just flashes back. I remember the lost friends. I remember how we used to be so close and shared so much. I replay how some things happened then, some my fault, some theirs. Then I get weak in my soul. I get almost ready to forgive and forget them for their wrongs. I feel guilty for my mistakes too. I get into very vulnerable state. I just feel like picking up the phone and calling them. As if, I am about to die, even with a routine viral fever. Yes, I think all crazy then.
I also think about the love gone wrong, thinking how I was fooled, how I was lied to, how I cried at nights, and how it broke my heart. I feel hurt in my veins. I feel weak, but I never want to go back to them. I just feel like confronting them, asking why the hell did you do that to me? I want the answers. I want the closure to a nightmare that has been haunting me since so long. I get torn between whether to cry or to curse them. But then, I do nothing. As I said, like a sadist, I think that I am dying, maybe. But I never die. Do I?
But amidst all those sad things, I also think about random crazy things. I wonder about how in a particular movie one character did something which I too have done in real life. I imagine myself as a rock star on the stage. I wonder whom I will marry, how many kids, and such silly stupid stuff. It all goes on in my head, till I finally feel fine again. And then I look back and tell myself: Bloody hell, I am not dying. Why the hell should I even die? The people who have hurt me, they deserve to die. Let them burn in hell. And I become the cold-hearted, always-happy, and I-don't-give-a-damn awesome person, again ~@book_of_night_toughts
See complete poem here:
MY HAPPY PLACE
This is where I take shelter
when life's storm hit me.
A place without limits
A place beyond time
Where I can be anything;
and I can reach anywhere.
Where I write without technicalities
and discuss with the trees and sands.
No rules, no laws, no superiors, yet, no crime.
Where the poor become wealthy
Where the stone can be a star
Where the drunk is President
and the barren mothers ten children.
The day I decide to be in England,
the Queen will surely be my host
and I'll be touring and shopping with the Duchess.
I become royal
I become a princess
I fly without wings
I swim in the clouds
I sit on the moon;
and kiss the stars.
I get all I want, all at a snap.
...Where my children can skip their meals;
and have candy all day and night.
Where I don't have to work
and the lion guards me as I sleep.
The bereaved visit Heaven and once again cuddle their beloved;
they scoop the clouds on their way back
and share it to their loved ones on earth.
There is joy and justice, and life is fair.
Its a place where anything can happen
and everyone can have all they want.
If the world deem it possible, they call it faith, they call it vision;
If they deem it impossible they call it daydream, they call it fantasy;
If they deem it likely, they simply say- 'dreams come true'
But I call it 'my happy place', where a nobody can be somebody
and anything is possible.
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Lunch Meeting @ the Smokehouse across from Warner Brothers to toast & celebrate each other & this incredible latest accomplishment. (We did t think any of us would survive. LOL 😂) I’m so proud of my two co-authors / cohorts @chinapainter1 & KB & of myself for pushing thru the tough stuff & learning so much along the way. Cheers! Off to the next great adventure! More book news to come. So excited for the publication! 🥂🍾👩🏻💻📚🎬🎥 #peachbellini#filmmaker#production#post#writers#authors#wearewiti
Help me, I’m drowning.
My tears choke me,
They boil as they leave my eyes.
The tears cut my face as it moves down,
The tears seep into my bone, breaking them.
The tears reach my heart and stop it.
Save my soul, I pray,
As I take the knife and slit my veins.
Waiting for my spirit to be freed,
To be liberated from the bonds that never really existed,
And saved from the demons in my mind.
As I slowly fade away,
I sense the heat rising,
I see the hands dragging me to the depths of hell.
Here, I am at peace.
Suffering and burning is peace.