goodbye July, hello August,

Ended writing 7/30/25 at 10:14PM

2,269 words I wrote on Wednesday, ending up with a mild word count of 18, 639 words so far into chapter three of my book. Right now it’s 9:50PM Wednesday July 30th a day before the 31st of July the day where my summer ends and school starts around mid month maybe? I have yet to finish One Hundred years of Solitude at this point so ending up two entire months on a hard read, I admit I have been distracted but now I am deciding to write my thoughts down, just before I forget this. And maybe just maybe I can finally finish the book I am reading. I wrote 2,269 word today i’m aiming for 3,000 tomorrow but I don’t want to burn out of my slow thinking process of describing and making as I go with vague thinking and horrible punctuation. I wrote about how our princess arrived to the nearby city during the important festival, there is an event of warrior coming for the prize, which happens to be her hand for matrimony.

Yep, it’s maybe JUST a little bit too cliche BUT hear me out, she stood up to the Lord of the City. Why? He was a sort of arsehole with her, and she decided to speak up to him about it. Yeah she can’t keep her mouth shut. She’s the rebel after all. Not revealing anything else besides this. I think it’s for the better but I am bringing another piece to the pile of papers gathered around regarding my world. We can say they are “chronicles” for now of short stories leading up and that make sense before book one that I am working on right now. Again, i’m just like that, it’s just from the better half of understanding and then diving in two le book uno. At least something like this is what I am aiming for. No. Not a novella. Short stories. There is a difference between a potato and a sweet potato. Right? This is just a possibilities as I do not know what strand I wish to pull in order to actually achieve this. Worldbuilding sometimes is a pain in the ass but you enjoy the process of organizing and moving, changing and creating, it just works for me and my book. You enjoy the fun you have really, sometimes even sketching.

Alright you may be asking, why did you delete your Substack? I deleted because, someone was copying my writings. Yes plagiarizing and using my writing. It is my first time…encountering one of these instances where someone tries to copy, and so, I deleted my substack with 44 subscribers, I am more comfortable with writing to you all, my ten little subscribers just here instead of substack. Will I open one in the future? Maybe? Not open nor closed to the possibility. But yes I deleted it for that sole reason and I remain firm on my choice.

I do not have horse rising this week but I will pick up lessons next week, busy and also, travels have been hectic. I can’t wait to start and go to my first competition, i’m excited. You may also be asking, why did you stop posting? Well, I am going back to square one meaning no socials. no posting, casual stories here and there. Am I trying to get know? Yes, but my when is comes to consistency on social media vs consistency in writing. I much prefer consistency in my writing. Much like writing on a whim, with scribbles, and a supreme caffeine and as other say, unhealthy (rolls eyes) addiction of a teen of a writer who is constantly facing the self pressure of herself and those around too. I also plan to get my drivers license somewhere in September and a car on December, like I’m saying this so l’l maybe, not facts alright. Ah and trying to look for film internships and creative internships or competitions but like I said, I’m scared to share my writing for reasons mentioned above.But if I don’t put myself out there how am I going to make what I want? If I choose to share my art, photography, writing, and just who I am how can the world know who I am and what I wish to do? Right. It also seems that as I grow my friends who are two or a year older than me are growing faster and faster in which I am proud but it also seems that I am just way behind them. Those are just the millions of thoughts that pass through my head once in a while.

7/31/25: 3:13PM

One of my friends is turning twenty today, yes twenty. I am really proud of her only even though we have known each other for a short period of time she is one of the best people I have met. Today I have written, 317 words so far I plan to write even more, later as for now i plan to leave to buy my friend a gift for her that she will probably like.

08/04/25: 10:11AM

Three days, late. I know. But, I sit here on a Monday figuring out what I am going to write, to do, and also read. My brain feels foggy, in the way where we are all stressed out about the timing of the day since now my brothers do their sports on the same day. This weekend I went to church, and I was very social, in my definition that I talked to people and said hello. Now, that’s August I have to finish my book for myself, I want to finish my book, I am in the need of writing like there is no tomorrow, and the first step is to fix my, revolting sleep schedule. Not sleeping properly AND waking up early are predominantly having this for a week or so I don’t remember. It is dark and really raining with the wind and clouds and also thunder. Now, I will be reading One Hundred Years of Solitude and Starting the Castle today, my brain cannot register any words for today, therefore I will be taking a break from writing, but IF an idea or something comes up I will most definitely write it!

Today’s written words: 0

My Summer was not bad. I traveled. I saw. I supported. And I missed. I also saw sunsets. Mountains. Rivers. Athletes. I watched Oppenheimer, yesterday, the first movie of August with my Family, and I did indeed enjoy it. I also enjoyed the little social life I have and still looking for more, ideas, for something truly unique. In this summer I have learned that I do not need recognition, acceptance, or validation from others, if they do speak about me, then thank you but I rather not be know because I know who I am and what I worth, so I’m not going to be bragging about myself and what I do like; writing or reading, painting, and music to those who aren’t interested, a the end it’s just me waiting my words to people uninterested. I’m no seeking for attention just to outshine others. I have big dreams and goals but that starts with fixing myself. I’m most likely going to be maintain a low profile on instagram, and social media since it is messing with my brain, and I need a break. I thank everyone who has mentioned me and supported me but since I can’t sent any physical letters, my newsletter will be your mailbox. Next time I don’t know what we will be discussing BUT I will b here writing.

See you soon,

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