Tuesday, July 28, 2009
How Many Calories In Pils
In life there are always changes, the truth is that for me, Life is a journey whose landscape varies always takes us to places as increasingly diverse and varied.
I refer to changes in my novel precisely. Go ahead, now at a very peak, very stressful, but also a lot of union, although it is precisely this fact that has led me to change the title.
I will not unlock anything, just tell the reader will also have to join pieces, because otherwise you can lose and not a thriller or police, remember that it is the western, but like the protagonist has to piece together the puzzle that form their lives, readers will also have to do it. Already
I'm on the tenth chapter, and not when the finish, I do not know, just as I have said before, is the protagonist who tells the story, who writes as he lives, I do not do anything, just write. Still
, and following the changes, life is full of them, whatever is said or done leads to something else. Perhaps that is its mystery, its secret, its reason for being, I do not know, only the changes are there. We may not even realize them, but when we do, life would change and they become more touchable, more available.
I think it's good for you, but I think it still is better able to adapt to its existence, respect their reason and act on them or not, that's our thing, but when it acts accordingly and performs well, the landscape becomes so green and so full of magnificence that can not seem to be real.
My life right now does not seem real, but yes, I enjoy the most and when you can have something more concrete I will.
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Save The Date Birthday
changes Farewell Letter
Good afternoon.
My name is Frank. Many already know me, others have not. I am the main character of Arwen's second novel. Lately she's having a little bad because of Snowflake. I've never had a pet rabbit, she knows, is aware of it, I'll kill the rabbits, the kitchen and the as, but is this world, my world is different from yours and yours as well.
The reason for this letter is to explain some changes that she will be. Arwen has given me the command, has allowed me, rather, is letting me be me who tells the story, my own way, from my point of view and from my feelings. It's something I appreciate because it allows me to be myself, I have to pretend or hide anything.
Many of you western stories, as you call, you do not like. Granted, I understand. To me, my world, either. I hate guns, fear death and renounce violence. But I was born here, I have to admit it, survive ... and I can say I'm proud of my family, my author, and the life I led. A few things I have to repent, very few, but this is not the reason for this letter.
This letter is for you to know two things: Arwen change the title of his novel and that the three parties, will be very different from one another. Let me explain.
The novel will be titled The Valley of Remembrance. Do not ask me to me, please, the reason for this change, ask her, I hope you the answer, because what is to me, I have not said anything.
thing about the three parts is because at first, and my will, I want you to meet my family, who entendáis and me too. I want to the real world may know where I live, I comprehend and I entandáis. That you live with me the situations that shaped me as a man and forged my family.
Later, want and desire you to live with my family situations, that you traveling with me for the ranch, and anticipating that you can smell my world, that you feel what the westerns, the hard side, its injustice, is also a good side, its union, familiarity ... I want you to live my loves, my brother, I wish that you feel the love and understanding of my father ...
And finally ... well, everyone back home know it? they'll tell further, I want you to meet my child, my wife, my grandfather ... I want you to know the city, to live in it, I want you to accompany me, because, unfortunately, this way I can not do it alone.
I am a man, I know, Arwen and I have my hand, but she is a guide. I need you to help me, do not leave me alone. This road is difficult, slow, hard and painful, but if I have people waiting for my arrival, it becomes less hard. I can not ask for help from Arwen, and is doing well.
A greeting from a man who surrenders his weapon to offer their memories and their lives. FRANK
Good afternoon.
My name is Frank. Many already know me, others have not. I am the main character of Arwen's second novel. Lately she's having a little bad because of Snowflake. I've never had a pet rabbit, she knows, is aware of it, I'll kill the rabbits, the kitchen and the as, but is this world, my world is different from yours and yours as well.
The reason for this letter is to explain some changes that she will be. Arwen has given me the command, has allowed me, rather, is letting me be me who tells the story, my own way, from my point of view and from my feelings. It's something I appreciate because it allows me to be myself, I have to pretend or hide anything.
Many of you western stories, as you call, you do not like. Granted, I understand. To me, my world, either. I hate guns, fear death and renounce violence. But I was born here, I have to admit it, survive ... and I can say I'm proud of my family, my author, and the life I led. A few things I have to repent, very few, but this is not the reason for this letter.
This letter is for you to know two things: Arwen change the title of his novel and that the three parties, will be very different from one another. Let me explain.
The novel will be titled The Valley of Remembrance. Do not ask me to me, please, the reason for this change, ask her, I hope you the answer, because what is to me, I have not said anything.
thing about the three parts is because at first, and my will, I want you to meet my family, who entendáis and me too. I want to the real world may know where I live, I comprehend and I entandáis. That you live with me the situations that shaped me as a man and forged my family.
Later, want and desire you to live with my family situations, that you traveling with me for the ranch, and anticipating that you can smell my world, that you feel what the westerns, the hard side, its injustice, is also a good side, its union, familiarity ... I want you to live my loves, my brother, I wish that you feel the love and understanding of my father ...
And finally ... well, everyone back home know it? they'll tell further, I want you to meet my child, my wife, my grandfather ... I want you to know the city, to live in it, I want you to accompany me, because, unfortunately, this way I can not do it alone.
I am a man, I know, Arwen and I have my hand, but she is a guide. I need you to help me, do not leave me alone. This road is difficult, slow, hard and painful, but if I have people waiting for my arrival, it becomes less hard. I can not ask for help from Arwen, and is doing well.
A greeting from a man who surrenders his weapon to offer their memories and their lives. FRANK
Saturday, July 18, 2009
What Does The Texas Reg
Frank
few days ago my rabbit Snowflake, a copy of hotot race, has died. If it was not my fault or if I had nothing to do, so if they died waiting. Just hours earlier he had said he was going to throw after eating lettuce, bread ... but when I did I found him dead.
was not a shock if not what has ended its life. If I had taken in his arms, like every day, you may have noticed the rise in temperature, heart racing or to me, but perhaps could have saved his life, but I did not because I did not know anything happened to him, I saw him quiet in his place, quiet, as he was. But unfortunately no longer with me.
I have more rabbits, each time they miss eating, clean them, caress them ... I see them, remember to drink. I put that name on your coat, all white, with a round brown eyes. He was very cuddly, super affectionate ... kind, loving me, with my mother ... she could not do anything, she just wanted his touch, nothing more, since neither could throw to eat nor clean his cage, I do.
These things happen, animals, like people, we are, and we must overcome, but the gap remains even a single rabbit, which for me was anything but simple, but do not speak and do not nothing special, but for me I looked, I lick, I put her head on my shoulder and eat from my hand ... for me it was love of the animal to me.
are things in life, things happen ... Lola like he died a few months ago a cat, but the truth is that they missed. A lot.
Wherever you are, Copito always be remembered because it was funny, playful, cuddly ... animal because it was a very cute and very cuddly. He was only 13 months when he died, I bought it because I saw very little in the store, hardly ate and were then in bad condition, so I bought it, I brought to my house and raised him. I left not a single rabbit his, as the doe that I had before the rabbits ate upon them, so that killed my mother, I felt sorry for her, but the bunnies killed as she had them. He did half a dozen times. And one of these, the outcast was Copito, so I have nothing of it, nothing more than a photo and a beautiful memory, along with the feeling that I was to blame for his death, perhaps if he had caught. .. do not know, but if he had, might have noticed something and would have been saved, the only thing is that I soon forgot.
I are coming good things but also bad, and they are so heavy that hard penalties are good with them ...
Copito Goodbye, do not ever forget. Forgive me for not knowing how to let go of the jaws of death.
few days ago my rabbit Snowflake, a copy of hotot race, has died. If it was not my fault or if I had nothing to do, so if they died waiting. Just hours earlier he had said he was going to throw after eating lettuce, bread ... but when I did I found him dead.
was not a shock if not what has ended its life. If I had taken in his arms, like every day, you may have noticed the rise in temperature, heart racing or to me, but perhaps could have saved his life, but I did not because I did not know anything happened to him, I saw him quiet in his place, quiet, as he was. But unfortunately no longer with me.
I have more rabbits, each time they miss eating, clean them, caress them ... I see them, remember to drink. I put that name on your coat, all white, with a round brown eyes. He was very cuddly, super affectionate ... kind, loving me, with my mother ... she could not do anything, she just wanted his touch, nothing more, since neither could throw to eat nor clean his cage, I do.
These things happen, animals, like people, we are, and we must overcome, but the gap remains even a single rabbit, which for me was anything but simple, but do not speak and do not nothing special, but for me I looked, I lick, I put her head on my shoulder and eat from my hand ... for me it was love of the animal to me.
are things in life, things happen ... Lola like he died a few months ago a cat, but the truth is that they missed. A lot.
Wherever you are, Copito always be remembered because it was funny, playful, cuddly ... animal because it was a very cute and very cuddly. He was only 13 months when he died, I bought it because I saw very little in the store, hardly ate and were then in bad condition, so I bought it, I brought to my house and raised him. I left not a single rabbit his, as the doe that I had before the rabbits ate upon them, so that killed my mother, I felt sorry for her, but the bunnies killed as she had them. He did half a dozen times. And one of these, the outcast was Copito, so I have nothing of it, nothing more than a photo and a beautiful memory, along with the feeling that I was to blame for his death, perhaps if he had caught. .. do not know, but if he had, might have noticed something and would have been saved, the only thing is that I soon forgot.
I are coming good things but also bad, and they are so heavy that hard penalties are good with them ...
Copito Goodbye, do not ever forget. Forgive me for not knowing how to let go of the jaws of death.
Sunday, July 12, 2009
How Do You Have An Enema Without The Equipment?
Stock Copito
Today it just makes few minutes, to give the end to a collection of stories ranging from the theme of love, to the terror. Some of the stories you read here on the blog, how Anne and Frank, the basement of death, back home, the best reception ... they are all these and many more, a total of twelve, in the collection.
I have ordered corrected twice and I will send it to a publisher. Have enough pages, and is registered, so I did not encounter any problems.
But yes, I have to say that I have also taken a couple of Lagrimillas, the feeling was like when I put the end to William, and that deep, I know, my job is something that I've written something that I trust, something that has come from inside, and you may like the public, it does not include, as you may have noticed, only one type of story, but it contains several, and that the narrators are not equal, as some are in first person and others in third. There is even a different genre: adventure, fantasy, reality, romance, western, horror, suspense ... around a bit in a few pages.
Finally, the collection is made, that I have collected in one volume and I get lucky, but yes, I have good luck and, not only for having done, also because I feel good about myself, I feel Although each time I finish a story or something similar, I feel great, and I do not want that to change for the world.
Today it just makes few minutes, to give the end to a collection of stories ranging from the theme of love, to the terror. Some of the stories you read here on the blog, how Anne and Frank, the basement of death, back home, the best reception ... they are all these and many more, a total of twelve, in the collection.
I have ordered corrected twice and I will send it to a publisher. Have enough pages, and is registered, so I did not encounter any problems.
But yes, I have to say that I have also taken a couple of Lagrimillas, the feeling was like when I put the end to William, and that deep, I know, my job is something that I've written something that I trust, something that has come from inside, and you may like the public, it does not include, as you may have noticed, only one type of story, but it contains several, and that the narrators are not equal, as some are in first person and others in third. There is even a different genre: adventure, fantasy, reality, romance, western, horror, suspense ... around a bit in a few pages.
Finally, the collection is made, that I have collected in one volume and I get lucky, but yes, I have good luck and, not only for having done, also because I feel good about myself, I feel Although each time I finish a story or something similar, I feel great, and I do not want that to change for the world.
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
Laser Ipl Hair Removal Ringworm
stories I simply ran
Yes, I have decided to be just me doing what I like, enjoy the little things and move forward on this path that is life.
I have amply demonstrated I'm not alone much that I feel well. You been there, and I thank you from the heart.
things have happened recently that made me see that being me, my life can change: I won the contest Horror fanzine Hispano, the newspaper of my people will leave the story was published in Hamburg also I feel good, and I not only try to publish my novel, if not also going to try for other publishers, publishing a book of stories, as I have more than enough for that, and besides, my second novel is great, you wind aft, I am writing this and how I want.
I do not care who I thought my friend betrayed me, I call just to tell me to stop writing, I do not mind coming to my house to tell me to do, once took a firm decision to be myself and failed, but now I can not fail, not only for myself, also for my readers. For those readers who may not know the stories I write off the bat if I throw it all away.
story is that you, and that the truth is that a lot.
Yes, I have decided to be just me doing what I like, enjoy the little things and move forward on this path that is life.
I have amply demonstrated I'm not alone much that I feel well. You been there, and I thank you from the heart.
things have happened recently that made me see that being me, my life can change: I won the contest Horror fanzine Hispano, the newspaper of my people will leave the story was published in Hamburg also I feel good, and I not only try to publish my novel, if not also going to try for other publishers, publishing a book of stories, as I have more than enough for that, and besides, my second novel is great, you wind aft, I am writing this and how I want.
I do not care who I thought my friend betrayed me, I call just to tell me to stop writing, I do not mind coming to my house to tell me to do, once took a firm decision to be myself and failed, but now I can not fail, not only for myself, also for my readers. For those readers who may not know the stories I write off the bat if I throw it all away.
story is that you, and that the truth is that a lot.
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