domingo, 25 de fevereiro de 2018

Novela Orgulho & Paixão é Austen mix!

Olá!
Estamos às vésperas da estréia da novela Orgulho & Paixão e eu, fanfic junkie, já estou esquentando motores, claro! Torço muito, muito para dar certo. Imagine só, Austen todo dia na TV logo antes do noticiário local (que aqui no Rio de Janeiro é daquele jeito...)
essa foto tem Lizzy vibes, não tem?
Mas seguindo no Twitter, fui ficando confusa vendo as sinopses dos personagens e da novela em si. Serão duas fases, Vale do Café como meu conto no livríneo lindo 'Querida Jane Austen, uma homenagem', mas já século XX... Olha, muita informação.
Thiago Lacerda já foi Mr Darcy em minha estória COISAS DO CORAÇÃO, já leu?
vem aqui ó
Esse finde começaram videos promocionais lindos, tive que vir postar e como nunca achei uma listagem das personagens, fiz! 
Organizei assim: 


o canon de Austen --> o personagem no canon --> o personagem na novela


Claro que para sustentar seis meses no ar, serão precisos muitos subplots; por isso os personagens off Austen. Eu mesma quando faço minhas estórias crio extras e misturo de outros romances. Confesso que colocar as outras heroínas de Austen como as irmãs Bennett já havia me ocorrido, mas nunca tive coragem de mexer tanto assim no canon. Agora mesmo estou postando um mashup de O&P e Northanger e fiquei toda toda para fazer...



Enfim, tentei organizar todos os que estão no site oficial e no Insta. Se aparecerem mais ou se você souber de outros, me fala e eu corrijo. Ainda sinto falta de Charlotte Lucas, Mr. Collins, Mr. Churchill...


Dedos cruzados, 
essa novela vai dar certo, vai dar certo, vai dar certo!




update 1: No twitter me falaram que Uirapuru não era Wickham pq 'era personagem criado pelo autor'. Bem, todos são, não é mesmo?... Mas agorinha saiu um post no Insta falando que esse personagem é sustentado por uma tia, tem lábia... Vi logo Willoughby. Será ele um híbrido de dois vilões Austen? Oh, céus!!! 
a confirmar...
update 2: No facebook me falaram que a Fani governanta de Tibúrcio (Gen. Tilney) é a Fanny Price porque foi criada na mansão com Rômulo (Mr. Tilney) - leia aqui que a sinopse é um pouco diferente. Mas esta personagem será uma vilã, por isso eu não liguei a Mansfield Price... Seria a desgraça final para a pobre Ms. Price. E Fanny por Fanny, a de R&S - Fanny Dashwood (née Ferrars) é bem ácida. 
parece bonita demais para essas personagens, né?...
update 2: Na Wikipedia achei uma lista de personagens bem completa e alguns AINDA não sei posicionar como Josephine Tibúrcio (claro, irmã de Tilney, mas a atriz é Cristine Fernandes, beeem mais velha que ele. Será a esposa que Catherine acha que está presa na torre???), Amélia Antunes, Agatha Cristo (será a fofoqueira da vila? Falo disso no resumo da primeira semana), Vicente Almeida. 

update 3: Depois da estreia ontem (primeiro capítulo aqui), vi que teremos muitos outros personagens como a Sra e a Srta Tilney, mr Collins e um Edmund que pode ser de Northanger ou de Persuasão ou de Mansfield! Uhu! Vou revisar a lista, mas acho mais prudente esperar até o final da primeira semana... Vamos curtir, né? 
Comento quase minuto a minuto no twitter (hahaha). Tem link aqui na lateral, meu id é @moirabianchiaut . Me acha lá para apimentar a discussão!

sexta-feira, 23 de fevereiro de 2018

9 ways to live Pride and Prejudiciously - chapter 7 _ PART I

hey, hey.

I'm all inspiration here, you know.
Finally managed to put together the whole chapter - a historical one - and it was finished hearing Barbra Streisand's Guilty. Oh, I love it!... And this chapter's name?... guess!

Big revelations on the story, look up!



Nine ways to live Pride and Prejudiciously
WIP, modern (mostly), adult (you know me...), fun, fluff, heart healing stuff.
read chapter 6
or START from CHAPTER 1

CHAPTER 6
IV-Oldies but goldies _ PART I


      Darrygh Williams adjusted his tie around his neck eying his fancy espresso machine forgotten over the kitchen counter. His last girlfriend had given it to him as a birthday gift, something they had even enjoyed for a while but that he had never seen much fun in choosing different flavored coffee pods to have at home. It was much easier to just visit the coffee shop around the corner where there was always someone ready to make him a perfect organic caffe latte.

No, not someone, that girl.

He twisted his mouth to a side, shook his head and checked his tie in the small mirror near the door. ‘You are the moron with a crush on the barista girl.’

Williams knew she was not a barista, although she had been for a while when she first started at the coffee shop. Then she moved to manager of the day shift and he was pretty sure she’d be general manager soon because she was awesome: multitask, attentive, congenial and so cute.

Lately she had been losing weight; he had heard her chat with another costumer about running. If she had asked him, he would have said she didn’t need the effort, was already fine as he saw her. But now, pleased with her new figure, Bertha – that was her name – Bertha was even prettier. She seemed confident, smiled more, laughed more.

Shrugging into his coat, Williams got his key without a second glance at the forgotten espresso machine and left home to work.

He had slowly realized his crush on the barista girl by observing her work every morning doing many things at once, her energy was mesmerizing; stupidly he found himself smiling because she laughed with another person near him. When he saw her at the Met's candy shop warmly explaining the play about to start to a couple, Williams realized he’d rather stay there talking to her than take his seat with his girlfriend in the theater. 

But she never looked at him twice even though he tried to engage her attention by making different orders or chatting when his discretion allowed. 

That day, she wasn’t at the counter – Williams snorted entering the coffee shop. In line, he tried to find her looking around the crowded place until their eyes met as she emerged from the back door. A shy smile exchanged, he raised his hand to wave but cut the greeting realizing her attention was already directed somewhere else. 

Williams was a little despondent when he arrived at the counter, asked his caffe latte and then, smiled. His crush, Bertha, had already ordered for him – he had only to pay. With a gush of courage, he approached her.

‘Oh, hi!’ Bertha smiled, arms full of coffee beans’ bags to arrange on a shelf.

‘Morning.’ He smiled back. ‘Thanks for placing my order in advance.’

‘You’re one of our regulars.’

‘Ah.’ He’d rather she’d said something more… Appealing.

‘Thought you’d be in a run; you seem to be always late.’

‘Today I’m on schedule.’

‘Take you time, then. Try the French toast you couldn’t the other day.’ She offered, busy arranging the bags.

‘Do you need help?’

‘No, thanks. I can handle. It’s fine.’ Bertha sighed. ‘My colleague was supposed to take care of this, but George, the other manager, has a tooth ache and called in sick. I’ll leave early to visit my parents upstate, so I want to get things done quickly.’

‘Send him to my office.’ Williams took his wallet to give her a card. ‘I’ll ask my secretary to find him an appointment today and you’ll be able to keep your plans.’

‘Didn’t know you were a dentist…’ Bertha smiled at him as if seeing the man for the first time.

He blushed. ‘I am. You can visit me whenever you want too.’ Then he frowned. ‘I mean, if you need dental care.’

‘Thanks.’ She smiled with mirth and shoved the card in her apron’s front pocket. ‘I’ll give your office’s phone to George.’

‘I’ll wait.’ Another blush and frown. ‘To be of help.’

‘Ok.’

‘Ok.’ He cleared his throat and sipped his coffee.

‘Have a good one!’

‘You too.’ Realizing he was dismissed, Williams turned to leave. ‘Have a nice trip.’

‘Thanks again.’


Every time Bertha remembered the funny exchange with the caffee latte regular client, she chuckled to herself; even hours later as the bus entered Merrytown by early evening. 

He visited the shop every other day, always ordered the same thing:  organic milk, extra coffee shot, no foam. But that day was the first she really saw the guy, like see-see the man and Bertha puzzled why was that.

“Must have been because of the smallish gap between his front teeth…” She thought. Dark hair, light eyes, fair skin, big teeth. Small details in an average guy that combined made her rule him out completely. But he was kind of handsome… tall and polite. “Damn, he is a dentist! Why doesn’t he fix that extra millimeter between his front teeth?”

With a shake of head, she stood to leave the bus before the final stop, just a block away from her parents’ home. She’d need all her strength and concentration to face the lions.



‘You should have said you were coming home.’ Her mother bristled.

‘I told Janet.’ Bertha frowned.

‘We won’t cancel our weekend at this hotel at the beach, it’s expensive, all our Rotary Club friends are coming. Phillipa will be there too.’

‘It’s ok, Mom.’ The last thing Bertha would want was to endure long days with her mother’s sister, aunt Pippa was a very obnoxious woman.

‘No, it’s not.’ Her father shook his head. ‘Why don’t you come with us?’

‘Without reservations?’ Her mother raised her voice.

‘Every hotel can manage an extra bed.’

‘Mmm.’ Bertha twisted her nose. ‘Actually, I was planning to sleep the weekend away. I’m kind of stressed out… Lots of work, you know.’

‘Serving coffee?’ An ironic chuckle.

‘Please.’ Her father shook his head.

‘Sleep she can do here at home!’ Her mother determined already calmer. ‘There’s food in the freezer, she can look over the house, keep the cat company.’

Bertha shrugged. ‘Ok.’

She had her pinch of belladama anyway.


parched penguin
As soon as her parents left, she took a long shower in her old bathroom, put on old pajamas forgotten there and padded barefoot to the kitchen to prepare the tea. Rummaging the cabinets, she found cool big copper mugs that were similar to the fancy ones available at Pottery Barn but not quite. Very charming, these ones seemed ancient, probably from her parents’ wedding. 

While the kettle heated the water, a vague memory of those mugs formed in Bertha’s mind… Those mugs filled with steamy cocoa and floating marshmallows on Christmas Eve.

It was with a cozy feeling of homecoming that she laid on her parents’ bed and allowed belladama to take her away to an unknown and possibly lovely dream.

---

Everything seemed weird, like she was oddly vulnerable. Very unladylike, she tugged on her cleavage trying to cover a little more of her breasts but doing so, she dislodged the pretty ribbon around her ribs. And there was the airiness on her privates... It was impossible to stop clasping her knees together out of fear of someone would notice her pantaloons didn’t have bottoms. Oh, it was all so weird!

‘Dear, here you are!’ Aunt Phillips gushed. ‘It’s so crowded today, I couldn’t find you!’

‘I stayed where you left me.’ Lizzy mumbled with the déjà vu sensation of being extremely awkward with her mother’s sister. She did like her aunt, but the older woman was clingy, always insecure. She’d much rather be her aunt Gardner’s companion. ‘Did you find your friend, Mrs. Thorpe? She was supposed to meet you here, was she not?’

‘Yes.’ Mrs. Phillips sighed. ‘She is extremely busy with her daughter and a friend the same age; it seems the girl has to be married off this season!’

Lizzy looked the other way afraid she’d be remembered for the same predicament. 

‘I said I had company, you know?’ Mrs. Phillips waved her fan in an affected manner.

‘You did?’

‘Yes. Mrs. Thorpe told me to bring you over to meet the girls; maybe you could be friends, Lizzy.’

‘Hope not.’ She grumbled. 

‘Come; let’s try to find them before the quadrille starts. Is your dancing card already full?’

‘No...’ Oh, oh!

‘Good. Mrs. Thorpe’s son is here; maybe he’ll take a fancy on you.’

‘Isn’t he the fellow you keep saying has the air of a rogue ready to ruin a girl?

‘He is.’

‘I’d be lucky if he didn’t notice me at all, then.’ Lizzy said trying to hold on to her aunt’s arm as they moved through the room.

‘Even rogues end up marrying.’ Aunt Phillips explained as if it should be plain for the silly girl to know.

‘Should I be the one to make the sacrifice?’ Lizzy seemed horrified.

‘Of enduring a husband, yes. One that pays little attention to the wife once she has had his heirs is not a bad option if he keeps providing for the household.’

‘I’d rather have an attentive man.’ The girl grumbled.

Her aunt sighed. ‘I’d rather have witchcraft powers.’ And rolled her eyes. ‘Ah, here they are.’ She pointed her fan. ‘Woohoo, Mrs. Thorpe?’ They moved a little faster pushing through the crowd to arrive closer. ‘Let me introduce my niece, Lizzy Bennett.’ 

‘What a lovely girl!’ The old woman with harpy eyes smiled. ‘Lizzy, this my daughter, Isabella and her friend Charlotte Moreland.’

The girls curtsied and after a few moments of awkward scrutinizing each other’s dresses, the talkative Isabella pointed a group of handsome men in uniforms. ‘My heart is forever lost.’ She said in a lovely smile. ‘There is a certain brother of a certain friend of mine that has captured my attention a long time ago…’ She giggled with Charlotte leading Lizzy to believe they were talking about a Mr. Moreland. ‘But you girls could find adventure here.’

‘Please, do not tease us so.’ Charlotte pursed her lips and frowned. ‘Those soldiers do not even notice us at all!’

‘I bet they do for we are all loveliness. I’m but twenty, you are seventeen and Lizzy, I’d say…’ Isabella pressed her eyes observing the other girl so fiercely she blushed. ‘My age at best.’

‘Correct.’

‘Oh, but it was not easy for me!’ The girl clicked her tongue. ‘Your complexion can easily dupe a person. I bet you are no strange to adventures.’

‘Whatever do you mean?’ Suddenly wary, Lizzy asked.

‘Do you fancy walks in the sun?’

‘Ah!...’ She smiled. ‘Yes.’

‘Me too!’ The younger girl agreed eagerly.

‘It’s in your tanned face. Here in Bath, something always happens to throw adventure our way; especially if you already like to search for it.’

‘The novel I’m reading says a great adventure is surely waiting in a haunted house.’ Charlotte whispered. 

‘Which one is it?’ Lizzy smiled.

‘Udolpho. Have you ever read it?’

‘No, not yet.’

‘Oh, but you should!’ Charlotte widened her almond eyes. ‘Please, do come by the house tomorrow and I shall lend it to you. I’m sure you’ll be among the ones to find it very agreeable!’

‘While me, on the other hand, find you completely tolerable.’ Lizzy heard a deep velvety voice near her ear. ‘Certainly more than enough to tempt me.’ Very near, right behind her left side.

Lizzy whirled to search for it. ‘Mr. Darcy!’ She blushed, he bowed.

‘Miss Bennett.’ A small smile. ‘How do you do, madam?’

She curtsied. ‘Very well, sir.’

‘May I ask after you family?’

‘Yes.’

‘Are they all in good health?’

‘Yes, thank you, sir.’

‘I’m glad to hear.’

‘And… and…’ She bit her lip. ‘What about you sister?’

‘She is good health as well, thank you.’

‘Your noble aunt?’

He contained a smile. ‘Fine as last I heard, probably when we last saw at Easter, madam.’

Lizzy nodded, he did the same.

The tense exchange was long enough to draw attention of Mrs. Phillips who moved closer to her niece with Mrs. Thorpe close by her side.

‘Look, Phillips, your matchmaking job seems to be most advanced...’

‘Oh, no! Again that same rascal?’

‘Do you know the gentlemen?’

‘The taller darker one is the disagreeable Mr. Darcy of Derbyshire. He visited Merryton last Michaelmas and no one liked him. He was unpleasant all around and didn’t encourage any friendship- except Lizzy; she was the only one he annoyed constantly.’

‘They seem very friendly now...’ Mrs. Thorpe opened a sly smile.

‘Huh. We would wish! He’s worth 10 thousand a year but was very uncivil to her.’

‘A rogue, then?’

‘Might as well be...’

‘My, my... A 10 thousand pounds rogue.’ Mrs. Thorpe planned to let her daughter know all about that.

‘The only one in his party who caught our fancy was a Mr. Bingley who rented Netherfield – a big estate in the area – but he too vanished right before Christmas. So polite and congenial, offered a ball, we all thought he’d offer for Jane, my oldest niece, but they vanished in a cloud of witchcraft smoke!’ Mrs. Phillips said in an endless string of gossip with her fan in front of her mouth. ‘That other gentleman there bumped into us when we entered here, talked about muslim! What a funny thing to talk about, don’t you think?’

‘Yes, very. But do you know him?’

‘No, he could not procure our acquaintance! So he apologized and left.’ Mrs. Phillips blinked several times. ‘Now this!’

‘Maybe that is why Mr. Darcy made the effort to talk to Lizzy, then.’ Mrs. Thorpe thought out loud. ‘The other gentleman wanted to be presented to the young Charlotte.’

‘Oh, that would be so romantic… Is she your charge too?’

‘No, she’s here in Bath with my neighbor, her grandmother. Has a comfortable small fortune but is estranged from her father. I bet from that other gentleman's cravat knot that he comes from a wealthy family and if he is friends with the 10 thousand pounds a year rascal…’ Mrs. Thorpe blinked. ‘Oh, Isabella, dear?’ She called her daughter. ‘Come here, please!’


‘Are you here alone, Miss Bennett?’ Darcy asked in a thin smile.

‘With my aunt Phillips, sir.’ Lizzy half turned to motion her hand delicately towards her aunt who curtsied. ‘You might remember making her acquaintance in Merryton when you visited?’

Darcy half bowed. ‘I’m sorry, no.’

Lizzy held her tongue in check.

‘I was distracted then, miss, I apologize. My mind was otherwise engaged in most noble actions.’ Darcy tried to convey a lot in simple words. ‘Would you please renew the introduction?’

She curtsied, called her aunt closer and grudgingly did as asked. Darcy took the opportunity to present his friend, Henry Tilney.

As soon as the eldest ladies got distracted, the gentlemen secured the youngest’s dances – Darcy took Lizzy away immediately and Tilney escorted Charlotte right behind the first couple leaving Isabella to her own devices and flirts with the men in uniforms.

‘You seem unhappy dancing, Miss Lizzy.’ Darcy tried when they bumped shoulders in the quadrille. ‘Would you rather skip this one?’

‘No.’

He nodded and managed to keep silent for several steps.

‘This is not your general countenance. Forgive me for insisting, but I know you like to chat while dancing.’

‘And I also like to be valued.’

‘Pardon?’

He had to wait the other couples’ steps until they could move closer again.

‘I didn’t quite understand what you said, miss.’

‘Of course you didn’t! You only understand me when you want.’

‘Please, enlighten me.’

‘After the stunning letter you gave me in person in Kent-’ She lowered her voice and face, he had to stretch his neck to inch his head closer and hear her in the middle of the dance floor and blushed when he did. ‘I thought I’d never see you again, sir. And then you arrive here saying the right thing until you admit to have forgotten my family!’

‘I asked about your family!’

‘It was plain in your face that you didn’t even remember being introduced to my aunt Philips in your life!’

‘Was I?’

‘Argh!’ She groaned.

Darcy held a laugh, she had just roared like a kitten.

‘Forget it.’

‘I don’t remember!’

‘I want to change partners.’ She elbowed Charlotte. ‘Let me have Mr. Tilney.’

‘No!’ The girl shook her head.

‘No.’ Darcy shook his head from the other side of the row of dancers.

They did change partners for the next steps and when they were reunited once more, Darcy caught her gloved hand with extra warmth. ‘I apologize.’ He whispered. ‘I’ll apologize to your aunt if you want.’

‘Don’t.’

‘Let me make amends escorting you out on your morning walks tomorrow.’

‘I don’t have a chaperone here.’ She frowned, pursed her lips.

The musicians hit the final chords, she curtsied and he bowed.

‘Lizzy!’ Charlotte smiled skipping a step beside her. ‘Mr. Tilney and Miss Tilney, his sister, always take morning walks through the park. You said you like these adventures, Isabella hates exercises.’ The girl smiled. ‘Would you like to come with me?’ She looked at the smiling gentleman. 


quarta-feira, 21 de fevereiro de 2018

Desde a primeira vez

Há convites de amigas queridas que são tão adoráveis e fofos e doces que a gente diz sim antes de ouvir a proposta até o final, não é mesmo? 
Tipo: Vamos comer uma sobremesa de chocolate bem engordiet?
ou 
Vamos tomar uns drinks daqueles bem bacanões?
ou
Vamos escrever um livro em conjunto só falando de segunda chance?
Minha resposta? Sim para todas as alternativas acima!



A fera Vânia Nunes juntou as gatas feras Betinha Bezerra e Bárbara Biazioli comigo nesse projeto tão feliz de romances light bem açucarados e deliciosos e delicados cujo tema central era 'segunda chance'. Bem, para quem já esteve aqui, não é novidade como esse tem me encanta - The Prince of Pemberley fala muito de leaps of faith.
Não combinamos nada, foi tudo às escuras e... tantas coincidências nos contos! Realmente, escrito nas estrelas!

Aqui eu achei o tema muito interessante porque nunca tinha escrito nada que o casal já saísse do coração partido - pelo menos na minha cabeça... Assim nasceram Tom e Cota, dois adoráveis profissionais da área da saúde - ele médico endocrinologista e ela musicoterapeuta - que trabalham no mesmo lugar e apesar de ouvirem falar um do outro, precisam de um temporal de verão para se conhecerem. Daí, se apaixonam e fazem pactos que são quebrados e precisam de mais duas chuvas de verão para conseguir fazer o final feliz ser uma possibilidade real.

Sabe o que me acompanhou? Essa pérola do Skank.
amo!

Tenho que dizer que é um luxo participar de mais esse projeto gracinha, levo muita fé nesse ano... Aguarde!...



Olhe a sinopse oficial da Editora Bezz - com quem já tive a grata experiência de fazer 'Querida Jane Austen, uma homenagem'.

Pela primeira vez, a Editora Bezz reúne três autoras bestseller Amazon e encanta com histórias de fazer suspirar…
A Segunda Chance sempre é mais doce.

>> E agora, Sr. Alz?, de Elizabeth Bezerra
A música sempre esteve presente na vida de Elisa e ter suas canções entoadas por uma multidão era o seu objetivo. Isso fez com que ela tomasse por garantido o amor dos que a cercavam: o seu pai, sua avó e Jack, e partisse, com planos de nunca mais voltar. 
Quando oito anos depois, ela se vê obrigada a voltar à pequena cidade de Hope para cuidar de sua avó doente, sem a fama, sem o pai e sem o único homem que já amou, Elisa se depara com uma verdade que esteve diante de seus olhos todo esse tempo: há música nos pequenos gestos de amor.

>> Bentô Emocional, de Moira Bianchi
Acaso ou controle? Equilíbio na bagunça ou organização como numa marmita bentô? Coincidência ou sincronicidade?
Durante uma chuva de verão no Rio de Janeiro, Tom, médico, se apaixonou à luz de velas; Cota, musicoterapeuta, deixou-se encantar pela ideia de moldar-se a um homem tão diferente daqueles com quem costumava sair.
Porém, amar nem sempre é simples, pactos nem sempre são mantidos, alguns espaços vazios levam tempo a serem preenchidos. Impulsionada por uma desilusão amorosa, Cota cria um aplicativo de celular para unir pessoas através da música, mas é a chuva de verão que encaixa Tom na sua vida de novo.

>> Esculpida em seu Coração, de Barbara Biazioli
Kate tinha o plano perfeito para o futuro. Para Michael, qualquer coisa ao seu lado seria maravilhoso. Diferente dela, ele não se imaginava num banco de aula da faculdade nos próximos anos. Sua arte o chamava e Kate era especial o suficiente para aceitá-lo como era.
No entanto, dias antes de seu plano tornar-se realidade, Kate sente a decepção corroer-lhe a alma e não dá chance a Michael de se explicar.
Dez anos depois, Paris é o palco de seu reencontro. Sem terem como se evitar por questões de trabalho, eles terão de superar o mal-entendido. Mas como deter tamanho sentimento, esculpido para durar para sempre?


Gostou?
Amou?
Lê aqui, ó!



Teremos evento no Rio já que a Bienal será em SP esse ano, piadas, brindes, fofocas, segredos, beijos, abraços.
Já, já aviso tudinho!

bj

OPINIÕES? Yes, nós temos!
bjbj


terça-feira, 20 de fevereiro de 2018

Winter is here, Olympic style

I should be finishing and polishing 
but instead I'm obsessing about Winter Olympics' ice skaters 
who chose Pride and Prejudice for their theme...
update: I found the video for the lovely lovely dance

Joti being all Mr. Darcy about it on Twitter...
the Pride and Prejudice outfit... Sooo lovely!
WATCH IT HERE, from 26:55' on

(Ice Dance Skating Pride Prejudice from Atenais Pala on Vimeo is no longer available.)

their short dance outfit

my Instagram and Fb stories feed
Another update
How lovely!
Joti answered me! Oh, what a Mr. Darcy!




At least, my Darcy and Lizzy have a song...

I know, Mr. Tilney, this story was supposed to be about you, it'll be. Promise...

sexta-feira, 16 de fevereiro de 2018

I'm not eating dessert this week

hey, there.
If you were expecting a new chapter for 9 ways to live Pride and Prejudiciously, I'm sorry. It's still in the oven, this is yet another babbling post, but a good one. Promise.
It comes from another Sex and the City pearl, now a Samantha quote.

'I'm not eating dessert this week.'

fanpop
She meant food, sweets; but I took it far.
Difficult times here in Rio de Janeiro and you know what? I'm putting myself through detox - not only nutritional, but mostly spiritual.

A few weeks ago, a good friend told me about a great guru, but I hadn't read anything until now. Check this out:

His name is Prem Baba from Awaken Love movement, and he said stuff in crispy clear words here in this post : Life is supposed to be simple: one only has to find balance.


He asks: Do you deal the same way with happiness and sadness? You should.
Mental equanimity is the capacity to keep calm in any situation, no matter if during difficult times or in the middle of great victories. Of course, for that there's a road to travel.
He says the answer is in the capacity to restart and be able to renovate your vows with self-realization constantly.
Renovate and restart, like nature does, 
means do not dwell on what's transitory: 
emotions, thoughts, feelings - either good or bad. 
Imagine you are the sky where 
white fluffy clouds or heavy dark ones can pass. 
One cannot take either as the absolute truth.
Life is ciclical, one time we're surfing a big wave others we're down a valley. What we need is the ability to keep calm while passing throught the valley preparing to ride up again.
Distress attacks you through comparison and desire, that's how it drags down your conscience. You only need a sligh distraction and you go down.


That's me... I do get distracted and let myself get sucked down a drain of comparisons and empty desire and bad vibes and urgh! I avoid that, I swear, but sometimes we're not as strong as we should and could or would want to be...

So, this is where the detox promise comes in: avoid the temptations, focus on seeing myself as the sky and let the clouds pass me by.

Tks a bunch, Prem Baba.
monster gif

quarta-feira, 14 de fevereiro de 2018

Happy Valentines, 2018!

Happy, happy day!

Here in Brasil we celebrate in June 'lover's day' which is exclusively for couples - also a day to find a date. But Valentines - that we don't have - is much bigger, right? It's for any loved ones, friends, family and lovers. 
This year I timed two book releases to Valentines and would love to have a new chapter of the story I'm posting here, but it's not ready yet.

In Portuguese, it's the last volume of my first series - Princesas Possíveis. This romance is (freely) inspired by Sleeping Beauty.

In English, it's the second edition of my first book - Friendship of a special kind.

Here in the blog, 9 ways to live Pride and Prejudiciously, is arriving in a pivoting point. There are important information in this chapter, Bertha has been attacting too much attention with her trips...

So far we´ve had 3 trips, 3 alternative lives she experienced.
- Apron strings (crafts, modern)
- Dressed to kill (fashion, modern)
- Big fish, difficult catch (reality TV, modern)

The 4th will be a Regency mashup for P&P and Northanger Abbey and that is where I keep looping on the plot. As I see it, fanfic is the product of great intimacy with canon, that's why I think myself capable of writing P&P inspired stories. But meddling with Austen's Tilney and Moreland... Oh!

Anyway, it'll be lovely and hot and filled with sigficant bits of plot on the biggest story, Bertha's quest.

I'm sorry it's not ready today, but the chapter will worth the wait.

Happy Valentines, everyone!