Tag: writing
On what makes writing so emotionally draining.
by Ligia
The connections we create with our characters and with the worlds we build are exactly what makes writing so exhausting, so emotionally draining. And also the reason, I reckon, why we’re so protective of our work.
My dad asked me once ‘are you ready to give up being a writer?’ And this turned out to be one of the best advice I’ve ever received.
by Ligia
I have 3 siblings: a sister and two brothers, all of them are older than me. There’s a 12, 9 and 7 years gap between each of them and me, so I was basically raised with only one of them, the 3rd on the ‘line’… Still, I have a great relationship with all my siblings and my whole life I’ve heard stories about them … Read More My dad asked me once ‘are you ready to give up being a writer?’ And this turned out to be one of the best advice I’ve ever received.
Unpile those building blocks! Ask yourself: am I really writing to make a difference?
by Ligia
Hello, you! I was MIA for some time, I know — but there’s a reason behind that. I was, and still am, struggling between what I think is best for me and what I think is best for my so-called “Future” (taking care of Mom and Dad included). As a result, everything feels a whole lot more oppressive and scary than they should… And … Read More Unpile those building blocks! Ask yourself: am I really writing to make a difference?
Not-so-urban- LitBite: A rainy beach, a melting popsicle.
by Ligia
‘Lit Bite’ is a collection of nano-texts that may or may not have an ending. For me, it represents a reflexive moment, a time to think about Writing and about my life in the city, with all the great and terrible feelings it brings me. They are short, small scenes with memories or imagined situations. What do you think? Wanna join me in this adventure? … Read More Not-so-urban- LitBite: A rainy beach, a melting popsicle.
My first book changed my life. Here’s why…
by Ligia
Work. Work. Work. Money. Work. Money. Work. Work. Work. Money. Work. And this was my entire vocabulary throughout any conversation, one year and three months ago, locked in a big office in São Paulo, Brazil, dealing with major clients, millions of users every day and one demanding boss. “Love, do you want anything for Valentine’s day?” “Work. Work work, money?” “How was your weekend, Ligia?” … Read More My first book changed my life. Here’s why…
