JUST ENJOYING IT

 

I was so miserable

correcting my novel

oh God

I never thought

it would be so hard

I'm so tired

So exhausted

I never thought of this part

What an idiot

I never learn

Then I discovered new voices

Wet Leg

Rhian and Hester

Carlos Fuentes speaking in D.F. in 2001

Cortázar about how the stories already exist

He just had to write them

And the young writers who make videos

about how to spel tschek

How NOT to write a novel

I just started LAUGHING

pretty soon I'd shaken off the blues.

Today I'm reviewing my notes

on how to avoid using commas (in Spanish, natch)

and other shit

I just love listening to Wet Leg

They are legit, talented

the best is how they just had FUN

they didn't even expect anybody to listen

THAT'S IT

RIGHT THERE

I won't expect anybody to read

what I wrote.

I'll enjoy correcting it.

                                                 Is it fun? Is this a vibe?

                                                        Is it love?

                                                             Hello, 999

                                                What's your emergency?
                                                            Well, the thing is
                                                                     I, I, I, I, I
                                I'm in love

                                                                            Oh, I'm in love
                                            And you're to blame
                                                                 Yeah, I'm in love
                                               And you're to blame

                                                                       

WET LEG

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AzUHNjKMeV4

CPR

Wet Leg

I tied a rope around my waist
I tend to get lost in your eyes
I took a breath, jumped off the cliff
Because you told me to

Is it love or suicide?
Is it love or suicide?
Is it love or suicide?
Is it love?

Put your mouth to mine and give me CPR
Call the triple nine and give me CPR

I try to run
Head for the hills
If you're a ghost, then, oh my God
How can you give me the chills? Yeah

Is it love or suicide?
Is it love or suicide?
Is it love or suicide?
Is it love?
Are you the one? My ride or die
When I'm with you I feel alive
Is it fun? Is this a vibe?
Is it love?

Put your mouth to mine and give me CPR
Call the triple nine and give me CPR

Hello, 999
What's your emergency?
Well, the thing is
I, I, I, I, I
I'm in love

Oh, I'm in love
And you're to blame
Yeah, I'm in love
And you're to blame

Yeah, I'm in love
And you're to blame
Oh, I'm in love
And you're to blame

Yeah, I'm in love
And you're to blame
Put your mouth to mine and give me CPR
Yeah, I'm in love
And you're to blame
Call the triple nine and give me CPR-R-R-R

Iglesia de la Veracruz, Barrio Lastarria, Santiago de Chile

 

La iglesia del barrio Lastarria que sufrió un grave incendio durante el estallido social es la Iglesia de la Veracruz. 

Este templo, declarado Monumento Histórico en 1983, fue incendiado el 12 de noviembre de 2019 por un grupo de encapuchados en medio de las manifestaciones que ocurrían en el sector. 

Detalles relevantes sobre el suceso y el estado del templo:

• Ubicación: Calle José Victorino Lastarria 124, Santiago Centro.
• Daños: El fuego consumió gran parte de su interior, incluyendo el salón principal, el piano, cuadros históricos, mobiliario, puertas y parte del frontis.
• Historia: Fue diseñada originalmente por el arquitecto francés Claude Brunet de Baines y terminada por el chileno Fermín Vivaceta a mediados del siglo XIX.
• Estado actual: Tras permanecer cerrada por varios años, ha pasado por procesos de rehabilitación y se ha mantenido abierta al público en un estado de "ruina abierta" o museo vivo, mostrando las huellas del incendio como parte de su historia reciente. Según reportes de medios como The Clinic y La Tercera, existen proyectos en curso para su restauración definitiva. 

Mission Accomplished

 

My gut isn't always talkative.

                                                         Das bedeutet: KraftWerk!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  

                                                               Yawohl, mein Schatzie!!!!!

Write a novel. Then what?

 

                                                      Ah, it's wonderful to be a writer!

                                                   ....whole lotta waiting going on!!!

This is the end... my only friend: The End.

Love conquers all.

Ever heard that?

Yep.  It's true.

So the beat goes on...

I am in love.

Just gotta keep biting the bullet,

a little bite each day

between 1.5K and 4.5K at a time

Checking, correcting

then gotta wait for my other Checker/Corrector

to send me his corrections.

Honestly, I'm an old hand at this by now.

I've even translated other people's books. For free.

I've researched, translated, written and published my own books.  Even shipped and sold them.

You need ENERGY to do this shit.

Cause it ain't easy.

It ain't quick.

Now that I am an old lady,

Je ne regrette rien.

This type is called "Inconsolata".

No, I am not that.

I am the opposite.

Consolata.

Isabel de Ilocos y Consolata.

The bigger the Mission

the more bullets you're gonna sweat, Baby.

And you know what, my friends?

This is me.

AND I PROMISE YOU, WHEN YOU GET MY NOVEL

IN YOUR HOT LITTLE HANDS, 

THIS WILL BE YOU.

oF COURSE,

IF YOU DON'T READ SPANISH,

YOU'RE GONNA HAVE A LONGER WAIT.

bUT YOU WILL HAVE YOUR TURN.

I PROMISE.

IT WON'T TAKE 100 YEARS.

(IT'LL JUST FEEL LIKE IT.)

SORRY NA LANG

KAUNTING TIIS, ALAM NINYO.

darating din ang araw

See with your own eyes

 

Just do it.

https://rumble.com/v78ne5g-911-see-with-your-own-eyes.html?e9s=src_v1_eh_us

My novel is finished. Doing the final corrections.

 

                                               Begun January 2017 - Finished March 2026

                                                The closest thing to writing a book

                                                         is having a baby.

                                                           Being pregnant for years and years.

                                                                        No husband.

                                                                   You're walking across the Sahara.

Now I am deep in the novel again, rereading and correcting.

It's a whole new stage.

Very intense.

Though in a different way than writing.

I am reexperiencing my characters, I'm more distanced.

I can see lots of things I didn't see when I was creating them

                                                                 Finishing the writing

                                                                     Is a new beginning

Polish the rough diamond.

I feel immense pride, actually.

                                                                 I love my Baby.

                                                           Before too long, she will be

                                                                    shown to the world.

                                                             In swaddling clothes.

                                                                  If all goes well,

                                                                she will become 

                                                                    Your Baby

                                                                     even more.