Paradiso Perduto

Source Let us have inscription of our name on our rings, written in Tengwar, in elvish language of Sindarin Let us call them "the rings who ruled them all" And whisper to each other "my preciousss" in Gollum's voice Laugh at me, but let us have it anyway Greet me in foreign languages of your choice because that sounds nice, and I will compose for you a haiku over breakfast Watching sun rise   illuminates the backyard--   toast or cereal? Let smiles and warmth and light flood our living space and happiness and laughter and all those warm embrace Bear with me and my two left feet, and my inability to cross the street I will learn to swim too, and bike, and drive, and to accept defeat Know that every day for me is one step further out of fear and it would be so helpful if you are being near Lay beside me through all the book chapters I'm not willing to close through all the football matches I'm not willing to miss Gently

Yep. (In case you are wondering, I am back on fictionpress too) By now, most of you will have realized that I am prone to long and unannounced hiatus. Sorry, my blog reader, if you are still there (or if you do exist at all). Between work and preparing for master courses and random projects and pure laziness I did not have that much time to write. When I did have, insecurities attacked and everything was kept in a state of rewriting ad infinitum. While I was on hiatus, I had a little chat with my boss on a return work trip from Jakarta. He just recently found out that I aspired to be an author, and he asked, "Why do you write?" I forgot what exactly my answer was, but I remembered that I was a little flabbergasted at the time. Perhaps I mentioned something about how nice it felt to be acknowledged as "the writer" on my circle of friends and to have a few people referring to themselves as "Vera's fans" after posting several stories on intern