writing and writing and writing...
That's never happened to me before: I'm writing all the time. The ideas explode in my head. Not sure if anyone will ever read all that crap (except of my husband - he reads everything I write, that's why I love him so much 
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And I don't know, if I should translate my stories. It would be a lot of work (and at the moment my impression is, that I bore the people with all these stories in my bad English and that they are only too nice and friendly to tell me the truth...
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So may be I should better let it be? (at least the translations...)
One thing that I find really funny about the writing is that I forget to eat. Yesterday I made lunch only for my daughter and the dinner my husband and my daughter ate without me, too. The night was... interesting - dizzy while lying, the stomach rumbled, restless, often awake, ideas running through my head. And now - I'm writing again (but I ate something for breakfast. My stomach is quiet now. ;))
@keiranirok - thank you for explaining me the live-journal-cut ;)
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And I don't know, if I should translate my stories. It would be a lot of work (and at the moment my impression is, that I bore the people with all these stories in my bad English and that they are only too nice and friendly to tell me the truth...
)
So may be I should better let it be? (at least the translations...)
One thing that I find really funny about the writing is that I forget to eat. Yesterday I made lunch only for my daughter and the dinner my husband and my daughter ate without me, too. The night was... interesting - dizzy while lying, the stomach rumbled, restless, often awake, ideas running through my head. And now - I'm writing again (but I ate something for breakfast. My stomach is quiet now. ;))
@keiranirok - thank you for explaining me the live-journal-cut ;)