A girl and a keyboard

It’s been almost two weeks since my last blog post, and so much has happened that I don’t even know where to start. The days have been filled with creativity, emotions, decisions, and hard work—both in my personal life and in my writing. And even though it feels overwhelming at times, I can’t help but be proud of myself. My Fantasy Book: A Journey Taking Shape My book—my fantasy story—is going really well. As of today, I have  262 pages , and it’s truly becoming the story I always envisioned. Every twist, every moment, every revelation feels carefully placed, and I’ve been brainstorming like crazy to make sure it all fits together the way I want it to. Writing this book hasn’t been easy, but it has been rewarding. There are parts that are extremely important to the plot, parts that hold so much weight that I’ve had to sit down and think for hours before putting them into words. But when they finally click, when they finally feel right, the satisfaction is indescribable. I always kn...

 This past week felt endless, as if the days stretched far beyond their usual span. The long working hours consumed most of my time, leaving me with very little for myself. Each day blurred into the next, and by the time I could finally lay down, the weight of the day lingered heavily on my chest. Sleep, something I once took for granted, became a luxury I could barely afford. Most nights, I tossed and turned, my mind unable to quiet itself from the endless to-do lists and unfinished tasks. The alarm clock ringing each morning felt like a cruel reminder of how little rest I had gotten. And yet, amidst this chaos and exhaustion, I somehow found a spark of creativity that carried me through. I managed to write two more chapters for my fantasy book, a project that feels like both an escape and a challenge. These chapters didn’t come easily, though. Every word felt like a battle against my fatigue, but I pressed on, determined to bring my ideas to life. Writing often feels like steppin...

 The start of a new year always brings with it an air of hope. For me, it’s a chance to reset, to make promises to myself, to dream of everything I can accomplish in the months ahead. Yet this year, that hope feels tangled in something heavier. For weeks now, I’ve been stuck in the quicksand of writer’s block. Every time I sit down to write, I stare at the blank page, willing the words to come, only to find myself frozen. It’s not that I don’t know what I want to say—it’s that the weight of saying it feels overwhelming. This isn’t a block that’s lasted for months. It’s been weeks, but those weeks feel longer than they should, like time is dragging itself out to test my patience. I’ve always loved writing. It’s my escape, my therapy, my way of bringing order to the chaos in my mind. But right now, the words feel trapped somewhere inside me, as if they’re afraid to come out. I think part of it is fear. Fear of failure. Fear that the story I’m trying to tell won’t live up to the versi...

 For as long as I can remember, I’ve been dreaming about writing a fantasy book. It’s the kind of dream that lingered quietly in the background of my life, like a soft melody I could hear but never quite sang out loud. When I was younger, I gave it a shot on Wattpad. I shared a few stories, and to my surprise, some people read them. But even with that small encouragement, I was too shy to truly put myself out there. My stories always felt so personal, like they were pieces of me that I wasn’t ready to share with the world. It’s strange, isn’t it? How something you love so deeply can also scare you so much? Over the past few months, though, something has shifted within me. Maybe it’s the culmination of years of self-reflection or the weight of the events I’ve experienced recently, but I’ve found a spark of courage I didn’t know I had. I’ve started writing again. Not just daydreaming about it or imagining it, but actually sitting down and putting pen to paper (or fingers to keyboard,...

There’s something profoundly transformative about putting yourself out into the world—sharing a piece of your soul, your thoughts, and your creativity for others to see. It’s terrifying. It’s exhilarating. It’s everything I imagined it would be, and somehow, so much more. For years, the idea of having a blog has been floating around in my mind. It was always there, lingering in the background—a quiet thought during moments of inspiration or a whisper when I felt particularly drawn to writing. I imagined what it might feel like to have a space of my own, a corner of the internet where I could pour out my thoughts and let my creativity breathe. But every time, I pushed the thought aside. I told myself I wasn’t ready, that I didn’t have the time or the confidence to start something like this. There were always excuses, always reasons to wait. But now, along with embarking on the journey of writing my book, I decided it was finally time. Less than 24 hours ago, I hit “publish” on my very f...

Hello and welcome to  A Girl and a Keyboard —a place that I’ve dreamed of creating for so long, yet never truly believed I could. And yet, here we are. My heart is a little nervous, my fingers are trembling as they type this first sentence, and there’s a quiet hope that you’ll feel something—anything—as you read these words. Let me take you on a small journey into the heart of why this blog exists and what it means to me.  A Girl and a Keyboard is a space where I can finally be myself, raw and unfiltered, in a way that I never thought I could before. It’s the beginning of a journey—both as a writer and as someone who’s learning to embrace their own voice. The journey of writing, of sharing pieces of my heart through words, is one I’ve put off for so long. Part of me always feared that I wasn’t ready, that I wasn’t good enough, that my voice didn’t matter. It’s funny, isn’t it? How we can believe in the beauty of stories, in the magic that books hold, yet sometimes not believe ...