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Turkish breakfast in the park☀️☺️🇹🇷

All day today I've been trying to finish writing a chapter (and I will finish it, I know!) and I've also been lost in thoughts about the connection between reality and a virtual reality. At what point does the line between the two become blurred and is it possible to limit it, especially for creative people?

"Your stories soothe and comfort me every time I read them. They heal my wounded heart. The realisation that I’m gonna open the app and continue reading one of your stories at the end of the day makes me feel excited and inspired."

When I received a message with these words, my heart melted and I almost cried, because I realized how my little virtual creativity influences a person's real life and makes it сosier.

What can I say, I myself used to run to the park once a week, buy an Americano and impatiently open a new chapter from the author of the story that had captured my heart. And it's also a mixture of reality and creativity. Needless to say, I was really sad when the author deleted his story and decided not to finish it. In real life, I stared at the screen and thought, why? But it served as the inspiration for the very story whose chapter I am trying to finish today.

Reality and the virtual world... They have long been intertwined, and only man can keep them in balance. We work online, we make friends online, we love online.

I met my husband 17 years ago on social media, and we started a family. My best friend, who has known me since I was 7, has lived in another country for a few years now, but almost every morning we start with a video for each other. My brother and his family live in another city, we communicate through these invisible networks that have enveloped our lives, and here I am baking cookies and sending a piece of my reality by post. I met a girl by liking a photo of her interior, we chatted online and one day we met at a community yoga class coincidentally. We chatted for over three hours in real life, then had a picnic in the park together and now my soul mate lives in Spain...

So is there a connection? Could one be without the other? All day long I keep rolling these thoughts around like shiny balls in the palm of my hand... And yes, I'm finishing a chapter 💛

I wish I could write something like "choose your reality" but the reality is that it's wet and slippery outside and my sense of humour has been exhausted since this morning 😤.

My feet led me here, it's sunny today... They say it takes 21 days to form a habit, I wonder how long it takes to break it?

Words are scarce, and the ones I have I will try not to waste, but to use in my texts.

Typical me in the morning to a friend: "Everything is bad. I don't want anything. The weather's shit." 😤

Also me, a cup of coffee and a couple of hours later: "Let's go to the exhibition, free entry!" 🥲

"Meeting in the morning?" I get the message.

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"Right... We agreed to meet... Shit..." I think as I open my eyes.

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"Meeting, yes, but I've only had three hours sleep and I'm going to be angry... 😠"

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"☺️ Don't worry, I'll get you coffee and dessert...💛"

Bye-bye, Christmas tree 💚🤗

Monday ☀️

Almost without a voice... I don't think that's happened to me for years... It's an interesting feeling when all you have left is a whisper.

In a coffee shop, a barista I knew heard me whispering and said, "My goodness, how did you get such a cold?" I shrugged and smiled ☺️

I was advised milk with honey but no, no, no 🥲 Decided to replace it with a hot cappuccino with lavender syrup 💜

Writing fanfiction for me is about...

...Giving back missed opportunities to favourite characters, taking away cruel phrases, teaching them how to build something special... Yes, it's like putting whole universes in your head and giving them a home on paper... ✨