Writer’s blog, not block. I forgot how hard it is to build followers’ base for a new blog from scratch.
I shall list here all the posts from there in case anybody wishes to systematically read all of them. So far they are not many. New entries will be added to the bottom of this list.
The blog is called MANJA’S THOUGHT FEEDER and it consists of non-fictional accounts in free form and format, snippets from my life that get stuck on the membrane for some reason and want out. For general enjoyment.
Click on READ ON in each point to be transported.
Blink and you’ll miss it:
This is the first post on my new blog. Unlike my primary blog The Mexi Movie which is factual, communicative and fun, this one aims to be even more a case of a photographer imposing her vision on others, or, even worse, a writer stuffing you with words. READ ON
Police in the streets:
::: Samos No luck this time: we will have to return to the rent-a-scooter for the third time. This one is unreliable too. Sometimes it just won’t start. And Samos is a long island, with only one gas station in the middle. READ ON
Three on recognition:
It’s the summer of 1987 and I keep returning to Divača. Nothing is there, except everything is. If those people knew where I live now, they wouldn’t be too pleased. The border is close. Over there, Italians are the enemy. There is as yet no highway, and they call their own style of driving “destroying the tourism”. Especially zero mercy is shown if the passing car is Italian: a sharp turn as if to hit it. To make the driver panicky. To show them they are on enemy territory. READ ON
Three feel-good moments:
::: Norwegian flag There are those Winter Olympic Games in Norway where everybody waves little Norwegian flags. And I mean everybody. I’m tucked away in my native Slovenia, only watching it on TV, but for some reason I find it cute and the flag itself aesthetically pleasing. READ ON
Last week I saw more snakes than in all four years before. Three: first the couple and then one more, closer to home. Dark, almost black they were. From my spot on the station that I occupy daily give or take I notice them frolic in the tall grass in the sun between the rails and the first house. READ ON
More shall be added when inspiration calls. Once you’re there, make sure to find that follow button (it’s tricky). Always welcome.