My dad asked me once ‘are you ready to give up being a writer?’ And this turned out to be one of the best advice I’ve ever received.

I have 3 siblings: a sister and two brothers, all of them are older than me. There’s a 12, 9 and 7 years gap between each of them and me, so I was basically raised with only one of them, the 3rd on the ‘line’… Still, I have a great relationship with all my siblings and my whole life I’ve heard stories about them growing up, which made me feel even more connected to them — almost as if I was there all along!

At some point in 2015, when I decided I wanted to become a writer, my dad told me a little story about one of my brothers:

Years ago, my brother was some sort of athletic star in ascension in Brazil. He was accustomed to winning every competition he ever competed in and, from day one, he showed this fantastic talent in High Jump, what impressed one of the best High Jump trainers in São Paulo. He had everything: support, will, drive, passion and talent, a true talent!

Until he hurt his knee.

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Unpile those building blocks! Ask yourself: am I really writing to make a difference?

Hello, you!

I was MIA for some time, I know — but there’s a reason behind that. I was, and still am, struggling between what I think is best for me and what I think is best for my so-called “Future” (taking care of Mom and Dad included). As a result, everything feels a whole lot more oppressive and scary than they should… And although it all makes me wanna hide, I won’t anymore.

OK! So — I’ll start by saying ‘thank you’. If you’re still here with me after all this time, it’s because you wanted to check my work and/or how I’m doing and that makes me feel honored. But let’s get this party started because I do have some news!

Prepare yourself for a new Short Story! (That WILL actually be published)

At some point in the past few months, I’ve decided to join a writing forum, focusing mainly on improving my craft.  What I couldn’t expect to find were new, fantastic writer friends, among whom I met Fabis — with whom I’m now working on a side project we entitled “The Steampunk Detectives”.

In other words: Am I really writing to make the world a better place?

The setting is Imperial Brazil, with a mix of Fantasy, sci-fi and a Steampunk visual theme. And even in the XIXth century, the idea is still to work with diverse characters who are free to be whoever and whatever they want to be. But while discussing this with my co-writer, I noticed something we should all question ourselves:

Am I really trying to smash every piece of constructed prejudice inside me? Are my choices, as a writer, really leading me to improve the place I’m in or am I simply duplicating old customs and terrible ideas?

In other words: Am I really writing to make the world a better place?

This question is precisely what led me to write this article today.

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LitBite: A class of Tai-chi-chuan.

‘Lit Bite’ is a collection of nano-texts that may or may not have an ending. For me, it represents a reflexive moment, a time to think about Writing and about my life in the city, with all the great and terrible feelings it brings me. They are short, small scenes with memories or imagined situations. What do you think? Wanna join me in this adventure?

Morning classes are definitely not my thing.

They never were, not even when I was alive. I step outside the bus with large purple shades and heels higher than the Mirante do Vale – yes, the tallest building in São Paulo. My Daffodile bash the street like a soldier’s heavy duty boots (and with just as much confidence), all the way to the small dojo Downtown. When

When I push the wooden doors, ignoring the dirty looks from the barefoot people inside, the class is already started. I wave to Mr Chengfu, slowly walking around the large group he’s teaching.

“8:20 in the morning and she’s already smoking, look at that,” I hear someone say. “And inside the dojo.”

“It’s not as if it was going to kill me, is it?” I answer, loud enough for the old couple in the back of the room to hear me. In fact, loud enough for every single one of them to hear. I walk out of the building, flick my cigarette and wait for him to arrive. When he does, I narrow my eyes, push my back from the wall and place a daring hand on my waist – nobody told me he would be this handsome. I clear my throat.

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Not-so-urban- LitBite: A rainy beach, a melting popsicle.

‘Lit Bite’ is a collection of nano-texts that may or may not have an ending. For me, it represents a reflexive moment, a time to think about Writing and about my life in the city, with all the great and terrible feelings it brings me. They are short, small scenes with memories or imagined situations. What do you think? Wanna join me in this adventure?

I lived in Rio for seven years before moving to São Paulo, to this small city called Santa Lucrécia.

Used with all the comforts the big city brings, I was completely tormented for a long year. In Rio, I had my own toy stove, a collection of beautiful Japanese dolls and more than one private English teacher, who also used to taught me painting and piano. Arriving at Santa Lucrécia, though, I noticed my toy stove was broken, my Japanese dolls were missing and Mrs and Mr Fonseca, my teachers, wouldn’t ever come back for the next class.

I was completely heartbroken and it’s safe to say I faced a really long period of depression that culminated in long, harsh punishments from my strict Mom and Dad.

The more they pressed, the more I fought.

The more I fought, the more they pressed.

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Evolve 2, Diversity in Media & TheWattys2016.

Ok, let’s start this the right way: With massive, monstrous, gigaaaantic Dinosaurs!

Evolve Stage 2 is a PC game that only recently started to make some real success among PC players. The reason involves marketing, the right mechanic, the right timing and, more than anything else, the right decision. And there’s A LOT to learn and even more yet to see in the Evolve Stage 2 saga to Eternal Success, but what I want to dwell on are the characters.

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Brain: Please stop living in the future!

‘I want results. I should be already successful. I’m not sure I’m on the right track.’

Do you recognise yourself in any of the previous sentences? Well… I do. In all of them, in fact. And it’s hard, I know it very well: It’s not an easy task to control anxiety. To live in the future. Mainly when TODAY you have bills to pay, impatient family members to answer to and social norms to follow.

And my mind was filled with that type of questions until a very short while ago. It was torturing me so much that I’d have to repeat several times to myself how much bravery one needs to do what I did: To throw oneself in the unknown with hope, a plan and a great will to succeed.

But – Will I?

 Shit, (I answered) how should I know?

And this may sound stupid, but that sentence set me free. With this new answer in mind, I searched for a resolution that could help me achieve what I want. And this new resolution was simple:

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A different POV: Not another Wednesday night.

♥ Have you ever wondered how much a scene can change if seen through another character’s eyes? Have you ever thought the different meaning a single conversation can have? Maybe something that means absolutely nothing for one character can mean the world for another – and the way they react show much more of their inner self than any amount of spreadsheets and lists.

This is a GREAT exercise to get to know your character better and also to understand his/hers motivations! Today I want to show you one of my favourite scenes from “‘My Sharona’ your ass!” as seen by another character. I hope you enjoy it!

Before reading: There are not spoilers in this text – but if you’ve read chapter “Please, Please, Please” on Wattpad already, the experience might be slightly different. If want to reread it, you can do it on this link! ♥

If I had to describe her as anything at all; if I had nothing but one word to do it… I don’t know. Maybe I’d use ‘green’. After all, green is my favourite colour. And she is one of my favourite people in this city.

Country.

Continent.

The door opens and her smile opens too – just as easily. It’s wide as if seeing me was a great pleasure. As if that smile wasn’t only some sort of charming greeting. Which probably is. Perhaps I’m smiling as well, but I’m not sure. I’m too busy to notice.

Instead, I notice something else: in the way she moves, I can see her will to hug me; in the way the muscles on her arms and legs tense, I can see she stops herself.

I wish she hadn’t.

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Lit Bite: An impression about Urban life

‘Lit Bite’ is a collection of nano-texts that may or may not have an ending. For me, it represents a reflexive moment, a time to think about Writing and about my life in the city, with all the great and terrible feelings it brings me. They are short, small scenes with memories or imagined situations. What do you think? Wanna join me in this adventure?

The Rock Gallery in São Paulo lies in the very heart of the city; the centre, noisy and full. Or – ‘usually noisy and full’, since that day it was the complete opposite. Perhaps the ever-falling temperature of Winter (or the sticky sadness in the air) left the streets empty. The sky, cold and grey, hid between tall buildings, was cut by pointy concrete apartments and signal towers.

Inside one of those buildings, a small shop was still opened, a small neon sign hanging behind a dimmed glass display window. The ‘Tattoo Club’ was not at all crowded during that Wednesday afternoon; the two women sat on the wooden bench near the door, while Death Metal beamed through hidden sound boxes. The guttural love song mixed with all the solitude around the place. On the reception, a single old man (his hair sprinkled with grey hair strands) headbanged the rhythm, his glasses’ thick lenses somewhat dirty.

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Meu desejo se traduz em algo puro e sincero.

Fala, minha gente!

Sabe? Hoje eu postei o último capítulo do meu primeiro livro no Wattpad. A emoção foi imensa – mas receber o comentário de um dos litores, dizendo que meu livro (meu livro!) a tinha dado coragem e inspiração… putz, eu chorei. Chorei de verdade, chorei largado… 😛

Mas vamos começar isso direito! Porque faz muito tempo mesmo que eu não apareço por aqui, me desculpem. A verdade é que nos últimos meses, o que eu mais fiz foi me alimentar das minhas próprias vontades, caçando meu sonho de ser escritora. Como nunca antes, eu tive que me vestir de corajosa, oferecer a cara à tapa e amarrar BEM FORTE a minha vontade de desistir.

Ainda em meus sonhos, vejo meus livros como instrumentos para uma sociedade e um mundo melhores, para mulheres mais corajosas, mais cientes da força que têm. Eu escrevo para as mulheres que eu admiro, para aquelas que eu sonho ver em uma quantidade cada vez maior no futuro.

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