The last dog on Earth

He could’ve created the memorial in the cloud like everyone else said. Or made a genetic copy – he had a talent for that. But no, he wanted to do it in the old-fashioned way. With his bare hands. And now the sample photo was mocking him.

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Will Mia start resenting my writing?

This is the most important question going through my head today. It’s sunny today, somewhat windy and cold but great hiking weather. Normally we would be outside in the Buda hills to enjoy the smell of the spring, the budding flowers, the new green. Instead, I chose my Muse, and stayed inside. Just like the past 2 weekends. When will Mia have enough?

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From the English language all the way to the Incas

For some, research is either the necessary evil or the to-be-avoided nuisance when it comes to writing. I love it. I love the random connections as I fly from one question to the next, one fascinating story to another. More often than not it takes me down to hilarious paths.

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There is only one…

There’s only one thing I would cut jeans for at 6.30 in the morning (doing anything at that time that’s not sleeping does not come naturally): to make an ad-hoc toy for Mia, who likes chewing but not on artificial bones that are too hard for this I-have-no-problem-with-sticks-outside spoilt little princess.

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