I have seen so many aspects today, as I believe the profession part is the one the most important part of my life. Like I have my best day when all day I am challenging with complicated situations at work.
I really do not want to say it is an addiction or something like this. I want to be the same. I enjoy my job and try to have more progress.
I am spending my weekend by listening to some music (Rita, Iranian-Israelite singer)
Finally, I watched Sky fall.
First of all, as same as all Holly Wood action movie it was not realistic and sometime I thought that I was watching Indian exaggerated movie, even though other part of me was enjoying so much… it is from James Bond series… I love the part ” back in time ” in addition all thrilling sequences.
The most emotional part was Adele’s singing…
As I decided to start reading, writing and painting( which has not been done yet) I read a book by Isabel Allende that is called island beneath the sea… It was really difficult literally.
In fact, it was really hard in different angels, such as : vocabulary and the size of book (pocket size) and reading super tiny words was a big deal to me. However I suppose it got difficult because I am not an English native speaker that is why I had such a hardships.
Then I reviewed some short stories by Iranian author. Mostafa Mastoor, Zoya Pirzad and I took a look at some of Kondra’s book of course the Persian translation.
By now I am at the end of the a novel by Herta Muller ( German author) again Persian translation and in the middle of first volume’ Fifty shades which has exploded recently.
I have not felt any progress of mine yet. But I am going to keep reading.
I am waiting and sitting inside the kitchen, I am writing and reading in the same time because I guess maybe I would not have a chance more tomorrow to do anything else except laughing as a stupid mankind, dancing, drinking and answer really silly questions about how i did take my dog to another country.
A pan and a pot are heating on the stove and my husband is gaming. I several times have taught about starting writing novel again after many years. But I should be realistic; I mean the environment and the available facility and the most important piece of this puzzle actually having a great teacher are those I do not have, right now. As same as the past. In contrast writing is such a permanent desire that I never have been able to give it up. I really feel I stuck.
I know even my posts this blog are awful from the beginning till the end. But there is no way it is all my best to be in touch with writing.