Who am I?

Who am I? No problem, I`ll tell you, izzy pizzy!

I`m the key. Izabell Key. I`m a fiction novel writer and a screenwriter. The author of the Shadow Ballet  book series; (1)Betrayal  and (2)The Beginning of the End.  Now, I can hear you saying, “Who the hell are you? I have never heard about those books.” Well, that is probably my  fault…

I might…  have not published them, yet! 

But, no problem! We publish them, izzy pizzy! And when I do, you will be the first to know. I promise. And one more thing. You can call me Izzy. Oh, now it clicked:)))

You don`t know me, but I might know you better than you think. I am not a witch, but only a writer. You are one of my characters I created. My stories are a mirror leading me in different points of your life. Maybe when you have been madly in love, maybe when you have failed and ended up crashing down. Maybe when you have got so blind for power enough not to realize you paid dearly for that and lost loved ones. Or maybe when you have been drowning in your loneliness. It might be even when you have fought with your suicidal thoughts that crept into the edge of your mind. Who knows, maybe when you have lost yourself in the sense of joy,  finally fulfilling your dream.

Yes, I know you, and you have many dusty letters somewhere inside a wooden box. A locked wooden box. So I told you at the beginning, I`m the key.

A sense of happiness enfolds me for I write for you, my friends. I hope you will share the same feeling, reading my posts and my books.

I breathe to write, hopefully, you will breathe to read.  

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You did not forget me. Right..? Daddy?

I can smell the damp soil. The flowers are wet. Yes, it rained. I see the rainbow path. It is like it wants to tell me something.
I am at the balcony. My eyes are closed while feeling the wind. I am sitting in my brown old stool. It is so old. I wonder how does it still keep me. When I was a kid it was easier. Of course, it was. I was only a nine-year-old childhood, thirty-three kg meat, some childish dreams, one hope, and one-two disappointments. How heavy could it be?
Very.
Maybe instead of sitting on that stool, I should have been playing with my dolls. I should go out playing stupid games with stupid children on the street. On this straight street which you walked away… and never came back.
I tried to follow your steps. I followed them, Dad. I followed, but your steps lead me nowhere, and there was no store there. When you left you told me you go to the store to buy me candies. Where are my candies, Dad?
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Why do we love it hard?

Huh, I caught you! I didn`t say anything! You are the pervy ones.

I was just thinking about how hard we do everything, and how hard we make our lives be. We always go for the hardest.  I guess we love hard stuff. 

What am I expecting?

We born in the hardest way ever.  You shit in your pants, and who the hell knows how hard it is when your first tooth comes into the picture. Gases, and ohh…

You drive your mom  crazy, because you are a pain in the ass, crying all day and night, just because you can`t speak. Think! How hard it is!
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Oh… wow… I am back!

Hey, guys. You, probably, forgot about me. Even if you didn’t, you were just about to. I know, I know. It is my fault, but I have a good reason for that. I FINISHED MY BOOK!

And it was not izzy pizzy! The Shadow Ballet- Betrayal is on its way to meet you soon. I can not wait to share it with you, cupcakes. I missed to write it. Cupcakes… cupcakes… cupcakes… CUPCAKES!!!

I can`t help sharing at least my book’s cover with you.


They say when you finish your book you have to stop and go to a party (you antisocial scum writer!) Okay. Considering I have never stopped from partying, I say there is no way of celebration but writing – a great post for you tonight. I will go to have a smoke now. Wait for me. I feel the inspiration. A short story will come out tonight for you, and I will post as soon as I can. Kisses, cupcakes 🙂 :*