With her imagination bright like the jewels embedded through her jade green eyes,
Catalina hurried back to the main square.
Her father had said if he could find a slate tile to perfectly match the beauty of her iris’, he would be the richest man in the Friulian region.
“Don’t speak like such a fool!” her mother would say, and Catalina too thought it silly, but she would give anything to hear him say those words again.
After his death, she had left in search of the only other living relative she knew she had.
Zia (aunt) Maralette.
Of her she knew nothing.
Not the colour of hair on her head, the taste of her homemade Cannoli (from which all Italian women were judged), nor the name of the street in which she lived.
Similarly Catalina wondered what her aunt knew of her, if anything at all.
In a quest seen only as bittersweet, she had left for the island responsible for more than her own internal mysteries and fascinations.
© elenaxtina.com, 2015
Im so dumb this is a book!
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I am hoping to turn this into a novel yes :)
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I have some pages like that of my own but I thought if i publish it one by one will someone ever buy the entire book? what do you think??
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I don’t plan to post everything, just snippets. It helps gage how much people enjoy what you have and then you can adapt if you need to. This is sort of me experimenting with my own ideas :)
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So it is like a draft, you are you publishing rough cuts over here, I guess I might want to do that, damn still you write so neatly, everything in order
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Thank you :D
it takes a while to organise thoughts and pictures in my head, but this is what it turns out like :)
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Do you think in pictures?
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Yeah all the time :)
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A girl as fine as you should be thinking in selfies all the time lol
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haha! I wouldn’t go that far xx
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I suppose that if you ever needed to describe a gorgeous woman for a book, you would just need to describe yourself, thats a big advantage you have.
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That was a massive compliment, thank you X
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There is something wrong in this world where the truth is seem as a massive compliment lol
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haha perhaps I can agree with you there :)
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Suppose you are crown as the most beautiful woman in your town, would you still write with the same passion?
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Hey,
thanks for liking my creative writing and following my blog. I appreciate it :)
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No Problem, thank you for taking a look at mine too. Keep writing :D
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I will. You too :)
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