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But we don’t give up and we don’t get sad. We just keep writing.
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Π©Π΅ ΠΎΠ΄Π½Π° Π²ΡΠ΄ΠΌΠΎΠ²Π°!
Π―ΠΊ Π½Π΅ ΠΏΡΠΈΠΊΡΠΎ ΡΠ΅ Π²ΠΈΠ·Π½Π°Π²Π°ΡΠΈ, Π°Π»Π΅ ΡΠ΅ΡΠ³ΠΎΠ²Π° Π²ΡΠ΄ΠΌΠΎΠ²Π° ΠΌΠ°ΠΉΠΆΠ΅ Π½ΡΡΠΎΠ³ΠΎ Π½Π΅ Π·Π²ΠΎΡΡΡΠΈΠ»Π° Π²ΡΠ΅ΡΠ΅Π΄ΠΈΠ½Ρ ΠΌΠ΅Π½Π΅. ΠΠ΅Π²Π΅Π»ΠΈΠΊΠ° ΡΠΏΡΠ°Π²Π°, ΡΠ΅ ΠΎΠ΄Π½Π΅ Π²ΠΈΠ΄Π°Π²Π½ΠΈΡΡΠ²ΠΎ Π½Π΅ Π·Π°Ρ
ΠΎΡΡΠ»ΠΎ ΠΌΠ΅Π½Π΅ ΠΏΡΠ±Π»ΡΠΊΡΠ²Π°ΡΠΈ. Π©Π΅ ΠΎΠ΄ΠΈΠ½ ΠΊΠΎΠ½ΠΊΡΡΡ Π½Π΅ Π²ΠΈΠ³ΡΠ°Π½ΠΎ. ΠΡΡΠΌ, ΡΠ΅ Π²ΡΠ΄ΡΡΡΡΡ, ΡΠΎ Ρ
ΡΠΎΡΡ Π΄Π΅ΡΡ ΡΠΈΡΠ°Ρ ΡΠ΅, ΡΠΎ ΡΠΈ Π½Π°ΠΏΠΈΡΠ°Π² – Π΄ΠΎΠ²ΠΎΠ»Ρ ΠΏΡΠΈΡΠΌΠ½Π΅, Ρ
ΠΎΡΠ° Π½Π΅ΠΌΠ°Ρ ΠΆΠΎΠ΄Π½ΠΎΠ³ΠΎ Π·Π²ΠΎΡΠΎΡΠ½ΡΠΎΠ³ΠΎ Π·Π²’ΡΠ·ΠΊΡ. Π¦Π΅ Π·ΡΠΎΠ·ΡΠΌΡΠ»ΠΎ, ΡΠΊΡΠΎ Π²ΡΠ΄ΠΏΠΎΠ²ΡΠ΄Π°ΡΠΈ ΠΊΠΎΠΆΠ½ΠΎΠΌΡ, ΠΌΠΎΠΆΠ½Π° Π·Π°Π±ΡΡΠΈ ΠΏΡΠΎ ΠΆΠΈΡΡΡ Π²Π·Π°Π³Π°Π»Ρ.
Π’Π° ΠΌΠΈ Π½Π΅ Π·Π΄Π°ΡΠΌΠΎΡΡ Ρ Π½Π΅ ΡΡΠΌΡΡΠΌΠΎ. Π ΠΏΡΠΎΠ΄ΠΎΠ²ΠΆΡΡΠΌΠΎ ΠΏΠΈΡΠ°ΡΠΈ.

Just trying to grow my own confidence by inspiring with nice memos like this. It doesn’t work well so far, but I am not to give up.
P.S. Did you notice summer has crept upon us?
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ΠΠ°ΠΌΠ°Π³Π°ΡΡΡ Π²ΡΠ΄ΡΠΎΡΡΠΈΡΠΈ ΡΠΎΠ±Ρ ΡΡΠΎΡ ΠΈ Π²ΠΏΠ΅Π²Π½Π΅Π½ΠΎΡΡΡ Π·Π° Π΄ΠΎΠΏΠΎΠΌΠΎΠ³ΠΎΡ ΡΠ°ΠΊΠΈΡ ΠΌΠΈΠ»ΠΈΡ Π·Π°ΠΏΠΈΡΠΎΡΠΎΠΊ. ΠΠΎΠΊΠΈ ΡΠΎ Π²ΡΠ΅ ΠΊΠ΅ΠΏΡΡΠΊΠΎ, Π°Π»Π΅ Ρ Π½Π΅ Π·Π΄Π°ΡΡΡ.
Π.Π‘. ΠΠΈ ΠΏΠΎΠΌΡΡΠΈΠ»ΠΈ ΡΠΎ Π΄ΠΎ Π½Π°Ρ ΠΏΡΠ΄ΠΊΡΠ°Π»ΠΎΡΡ Π»ΡΡΠΎ?
I’ve found an article about this competition some time ago and guess what – as I have finally finished my IceBeastTale editing – I applied for it as well!
Are you waiting for any other upcoming competitions?

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ΠΠ΅ΡΠΊΠΈΠΉ ΡΠ°Ρ ΡΠΎΠΌΡ Ρ Π½Π°ΡΠΊΠ½ΡΠ»Π°ΡΡ Π½Π° ΡΡΠ°ΡΡΡ ΠΏΡΠΎ ΡΠ΅ΠΉ ΠΊΠΎΠ½ΠΊΡΡΡ Ρ Π²Π³Π°Π΄Π°ΠΉΡΠ΅ ΡΠΎ β Ρ ΠΆ Π½Π°ΡΠ΅ΡΡΡ Π·Π°ΠΊΡΠ½ΡΠΈΠ»Π° ΡΠ΅Π΄Π°Π³ΡΠ²Π°Π½Π½Ρ Π‘ΠΊΠ°Π·Π°Π½ΠΊΠΈ ΠΡΠΎ ΠΡΠΈΠΆΠ°Π½ΠΎΠ³ΠΎ ΠΠ²ΡΡΠ°, Ρ ΠΏΠΎΠ΄Π°Π»Π° Π·Π°ΡΠ²ΠΊΡ Π½Π° ΠΠ΅Π½ΡΠ°Π²ΡΠΈΠ΄Ρ 2024!
Π§ΠΈ Π²ΠΈ ΡΠ΅ΠΊΠ°ΡΡΠ΅ Π½Π° ΡΠΊΡΡΡ ΡΠ΅ ΠΊΠΎΠ½ΠΊΡΡΡΠΈ?
Yesterday Canada celebrated Thanksgiving Day. My second Thanksgiving celebration since I moved to Canada. However, last time, I didn’t feel the spirit of the holiday, I was horrified of being moved to another country.
This time it was way way better. We asked our friends to come by, we cooked so many tasty things, we watched movies and talked. That was heartwarming for real.
We also played some board games, and one was called Nonsense. You answer a question, right down the answer on a piece of paper, fold it and hand it over to a person next to you so they could answer a following question, but they couldn’t see what you answer before, and so on, so you get a little story in the end. A little random story, to be honest.
The weirder answers you put, the more interesting it gets in the end. More drama, said I yesterday π
And it helped me with kind of a block in my head. All this overthinking and doubting bring you to an understandable end. You stuck. So I am glad I unstuck myself in such a pleasant way.
Have a great week everyone! And hope you’d feel joy out of this Autumn.
Finally, I finished Chimera novel in Ukrainian! Now you can read it for free at Wattpad.
What a ride was it, more yet to come!
Looking for more new chapters coming soon!
Writing day after day creates a good habit of consistent writing. But also, at some point you might feel bumping into a wall. That is where you stuck in routine.
I tried different ways of avoiding that point. But the truth is – the only way not to get there – make writing not 100% routine. Always try something new, look for something new, wonder, dream.
And give yourself some rest. Don’t let guilt overwhelm you. You deserve this rest as well as you deserve to write, create, express yourself.

It works not only in terms of writing. But also in terms of life.
Today I overslept, but the new day came as always. It didn’t wait for me to catch up.
But it is okay. I needed this day to put myself together. Let’s hope it worked.
Earlier today I bumped into video of Ke Huy Quan overcoming with emotions when he was accepting his Oscar. I was so glad for him, like for no one else on the Earth. I would be acting the very same if I were on his place. I won’t be there but it was nice to share that joy.
I love people that are real. With real emotions.

Sister told me today that she is proud of me no matter what. I cannot imagine what I would do without her. She is the most supportive person I have ever had in my life.
Let’s see what comes tomorrow.
Maybe, it is not Friday, the 13th, but something tells me it’s not a problem. Cross fingers and pray everything is OK.
My colleague told me that I’m not Gemella, but Gmailla after today’s e-mail sending. 350 adresses are impressive π
Good morning and good day to everyone π
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