She lowered her head, hid her eyes from him. She didn’t want him to dive into her soul. Yet, he kept staring at her.
“Tell me, do you love me?”
His question made her heart beat faster. She couldn’t answer it. What did he expect?
Yesterday, I wrote about reading. Now, it’s about writing.
I’ve been writing since long time ago. First, pages of diaries and blogs. Then, pages of short stories. Next, pages of novels.
What do I read?
Many. You can check it out at my goodreads.com page. Well, it’ not like I’ve read a thousand books or what. Not yet. And, that’s not my point anyway.
I’m not talking about the quantity, either the quality, I guess. Read the rest of this entry »
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