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Too True to be good

Case closed

I’ve done it. I wanted to finish on the 10th anniversary of True’s birth but… well, at this point, I’m happy I managed to get it out at all. My English is broken and my editing skills are bad. The… Continue Reading →

1. In search of lost ground

In the Overture to In search of lost time, Proust remembered the moments of confusion he experienced as a little boy when he stayed at his grandparents’ house. He would wake up in the middle of the night and his… Continue Reading →

2. On being born twice and therefore living two lives (minimum)

“Homo duplex, homo duplex!” writes Alphonse Daudet. “The first time that I perceived that I was two was at the death of my brother Henri, when my father cried out so dramatically, ‘He is dead, he is dead!’ While my… Continue Reading →

3. Always be careful what characters you create and what life you give them

The characters in my novels are my unrealized possibilities… That is why I am equally fond of them all and equally horrified by them. Each one has crossed a border that I myself have circumvented. It is that crossed border… Continue Reading →

4. All characters need to be loved, the whole army of them

“However, a creative [wo]man has no choice. [Sh]e may come across [her] his supreme task almost accidentally. But once the issue is joined, [her] his task proves to be at the same time intimately related to [her] his most personal… Continue Reading →

Work in progress

It’s the 10th anniversary of my second birth! On this day, I celebrate life in its imperfections, its cracks, its ugliness and darkness! On this day, I celebrate broken mugs, plastic bottles, old unfashionable clothes; I water weeds, let insects… Continue Reading →

Iveta H.: Life is too short (An Autobiography)

Life’s too short to write long-form. And I’m good at short-form anyway, so here’s my autobiography for the insta age Age 8 – found this little book my parents received when I was born with very little information completed. Decided… Continue Reading →

On being born twice and on the memory of it

Trauma is a time traveller, an ouroboros that reaches back and devours everything that came before. Only fragments remain. Junot Diaz One’s true birthday should not be celebrated on the day when they were born, but on the day they… Continue Reading →

July 12, 2020: On self-care

See that bruised nail? I’ve fixed it with pedicure magic. I’ve also learned how to do a temporary tooth filling, waxing, lymphatic drainage self-massage, even how to massage my own back. I’ve used tools I didn’t even know the names… Continue Reading →

I’ll just never know

(A short story based on a long nightmare) I was assigned a new project for a big tech company I really liked and had worked with before. I had established a good rapport with the client, proven my expertise and… Continue Reading →

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