We’re editing together, head to head. It’s a bio, a blurb, maybe something in between. He’s Neil Gaiman, (I know Amanda is behind me, reading something else) and he’s mumbling a bit, as he re-reads the text: words flow until they get stuck. I take it from the place he left off. —I think that what it
A poem by Begoña Martínez. Am I a cat? / I bask in the sun, / I lay in your lap, / I find my own way, / I don’t like other cats.
Somebody makes a pseudo-stupid joke at my son Quique in the street —something I’ll never understand.
Pablo looks at me with his best “what the hell just happened, did you get it?” and our telepathy fails for a moment, and I have to make do with expressing my thoughts with words, and in front of the kids to boot.
[In English, because this is not for the delicate ears of my Spanish kids]
“Let it be. Just an idiot. Motherfucking drunk.” [In Spanish, because… well, you’ll see]
“Mooooom!” Lucía, my 10 year-old, scolds me “that’s a swear word, I HEARD YOU!”
“Darn. So now you do speak English and you understand it when it’s convenient for you. So I won’t be able to swear even in English, now?”
“You could swear in German. But… well, then when I heard you speaking in German I’d know you’re swearing.”
Lost. We’ve lost here.
Should I compile all the Quique and Lucía stories in a single document? This is a serious question for you as my readers. Do tell me in the comments. I’ve also asked my patrons on Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/minibego. If you’re late to the party, it’s a system in which people help me pay for my writing costs, and maybe, someday, for my writing itself. Go have a look. It starts with as little as 1$ a month and it really pushes me to write more.
By the way, we’ve reached the next goal we had, to get 2 pretty ebook covers a year:
The next goal is getting two pretty layouts a year:
It feels like the seed of a new, cool thing growing in my life. I’m really looking forward to see what happens next.
El otro día en Madrid me duché, me puse un vestido bonito, y en el sofá de un amigo con una mantita me dispuse a leer The Casual Vacancy, el nuevo libro de J. K. Rowling, que había salido ese día. Las últimas sesenta páginas me las acabé anoche.
… y no consigo, no consigo dar con una traducción al español que me guste. ¿Sugerencias? Quality isn’t Job One Being totally fucking amazing is Job One gapingvoid.com
Los cambios vitales tristemente no son momentos llenos de música dramática de fondo y efectos de luz, sino pequeñas acciones aparentemente intrascendentes, que se convierten en manías, costumbres, y finalmente en tu nueva vida, no 2.0, sino 1.000001 (beta). Son cosas pequeñas que van acumulando valor, como una huchita. Y los pequeños cambios vitales que
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