“Where do I begin….” Used to love that song. Perhaps that’s the best way to describe how I feel right now.

Kind of abandoned my blog for a while. I could blame it on my son’s school, his after school activities, the stomach virus he seemed to have picked up , but honestly it was Wattpad.

Been wanting to write for like ages, probably since the age of 6 when I picked up a pencil and drew my first circles and loops between lines. With the red and blue thick pencil. Was hooked. Been writing diaries on and off ever since.

There was a few years break, blame it on my Dad. (Sadly he is no longer with us.)

Imagine sitting at the dinner table and hearing your Dad quoting you from your diary while chewing on a piece of meat. About your love life, or more like the lack of it…you see back than at the age of 16 I was passionately in love with a boy who didn’t pay attention to me and I kind of imagined the things he could do to me….Total embarrassment.

I still remember gathering up all of my diaries, over 20 of them, and throwing them on the fire.

So back to Wattpad. Didn’t even know about its existence till my niece showed it to me. Instead of waiting for the big moment when I actually sit down and start typing the first sentence of my first story I seized the moment, signed up and wrote my first “chapter” in less then 10 minutes.

Don’t even know if it is any good. But I enjoy it tremendously, love my characters. The successful and rich but emotionally unavailable Paul, the loving and gentle Sophie, the passionate András who comes from an ordinary family.

Someone from Sophie’s past is back and about to mess up her well organised life and wreck havoc with her heart again. If you wish to have a look at it, you can find me here.

It is in Hungarian, but thinking of writing the next one in English. Fingers crossed.

Also took up a 365 day project on Tookapic. Nothing like Instagram, basically you just post a pic a day, kind of like a photo diary. Will be great to look back on it.

So before I get back to the routine of writing regular posts lets sum up the past few weeks.

Stomach virus, horrible headaches ( mostly for my son ), lots of tennis lessons, a Macbook that decided to die on me and much less frequent visits to our log cabin. My son’s desire for an active social life is greater then mine.

His idea of a great weekend is having playdates, movie with popcorn and nachos, board games with me and take away sushi and pizza dinners.

Mine is total opposite. Solitude, walks, hikes in the mountain, sipping hot cappuccino while wandering around the frosty garden, taking countless macros of the wilting hydrangea flower heads and when it is too dark to do anything outside comes the best part, cozying up by the fire with a glass of wine or two.
Need to figure out a compromise.

No need to rush, we have 3 weeks of holiday time…. Starting in London… but this is where the next post begins…
P.s.: Now that we’ve left the country, the frost has arrived. Someone please send me some pics!