#bronx chronicles

[salted-barbed-wire]

Different anon but addition to the Bronx thing. From what I've seen I think you mentioned you have kid(s) so like, it worries me a lot that you're thinking about fucking around with this dude so much as someone whose married with kids. Not trying to sound harsh or judgmental, but like as someone who has been in a similar scenario that ended super poorly, sometimes you gotta just not. It'll fuck up your life and your family's as well.

Yeah. Let me just just clarify one thing: I’m still tipsy. So lust is a powerful thing. But with all the temptations life throws at you, you gotta be strong enough to surpass them. That’s the real test. As much as I want to wander off the path I’m set on, I never will because I know where it’s going to leave me. I know where it’s going to leave my Family. I can’t do that to my kids. I think a lot of my fixation with Bronx is because I settled down so quick. I never had my party girl days, never slept around, didn’t try all the drugs I wanted. Bronx reminds me of what I’ve missed out on. But deep down, I know how bad we’d be together. Our personalities mesh well as friends, and yeah maybe there’s some sexual tension, but that’s all it is. He’d be a terrible boyfriend, stepfather, and everything in between. Plus I doubt he’d forgive me if I ruined his relationship with him and his girl. As far as my family, my husband and I were having a lot of problems a few months ago and it did feel nice to be wanted by someone. But him and I have worked everything out and I’ve shaken the idea in my head of leaving him for someone else just when he and I are fighting. He’s perfect for me in every way. He loves me, cares for me, busts his ass every day for everything we have. My kids love their daddy. I could never separate us. I wouldn’t do that. My 5 yo finally had a father when I thought he never would (his bio father is a piece of shit). Pretty much I’ve done all this rambling and I’m starting to feel like I’m defending myself. Which I’m not, because I don’t deserve it. I know some of you don’t wanna judge me, while most of you are but you’re right either way. I’m a terrible person. Most of what I say on here is just to get it out of my system. It’s still not appropriate. But fear not, Bronx and I are besties, nothing will happen between us, I just might think about him in my drunken, ice cream- induced sex dreams. But that’s it. Anyway. Anyone wanna talk about something that doesn’t make me cry? Like Marty Scurll’s match in a few days?

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Bronx Chronicles Chapter 2 - The one that made me break my promise

The journey of rewriting my started months ago, the fountain pen in my hand the same one that took me on another journey years ago and that has seen me through years of high school.

I didn’t know what my journey - this time the story of the original Eliza Bronx - would do to me. Or really what I would do the story. But quite early on I saw, that a promise that I had made myself years ago could not last me through all of it.

What made me start this story in the first place was a depressed girl in need of love greater than her own life. Years later, that girl is a young woman who knows, that love has its ups and downs. And for the ups to be real and special, the lows can’t just disappear.

I promised myself once that I would never break this love. But for it to be unbreakable one day, it needs to be broken and healed the day before. 

[elizabronx]

Bronx Chronicles Chapter 1 - At least a happy beginning

As a young girl, I never remember dreaming of love. I was a child whose parents got divorced and who got to dreaming about being in love many years after.

Since then, I have grown to become a person who, at least in her own eyes, has so much love to give to the world. 

And becoming a writer is partly just channeling that love I have to the characters I’ve created myself. It takes so much time, energy and inspiration to create a character, you just can’t help but to fall in love with them even a little bit.

And a part of why I’ve always known I’d return to writing is that a part of me, how ever small it is at the given time, cannot let go of her beloved characters and let them down by never telling their story. 

As many YA books are, my story has its ups and downs. However, I still want to give myself and the characters some happy moments that are so pure and full of joy, my own heart bursts just writing them. The first chapter is definitely one of them. We start on a happy high note, no matter what the future brings.

And in terms of the future, to be entirely honest, I have no idea where it’ll take me and this novel. As I said in my previous post, I started this rewrite with just a general plan and the pen in my hand. I take it wherever my mood takes me. 

This first chapter is full of love - the one I have for writing and the one that has kept me close to it for all those years. This happy beginning is a gift to myself that I have promised myself for years, to have a calm moment before the storm that the Bronx Chronicles will turn into.

But for now, I’ll just enjoy the start and the beauty of it all coming together against all odds.

[elizabronx]

Bronx Chronicles Prologue - So long overdue

Yes, I’m back. And this time to bring you another post about my writing. If you scroll back just a bit you’ll see I’ve written this kind of posts before, about another project of mine, every time I complete a chapter. But this time I’m here to tell you a little something about the book that got me to writing in the first place.

The first time I got some ideas for this book and the first time I even started to think of maybe becoming a writer some day in the very distant future was almost six years ago. The first time I penned a few words for this novel was almost five years ago. The time I wrote daily for it was four years ago.

And yet, this is the day I get to blogging about it. Why not sooner? And why am I starting from telling you about the very first chapter?

Well, the answer is actually a bit more simple than you might imagine. The early drafts of this novel and the timeline for it were written by a 13-year old. As years have passed, I have deemed most of these ideas immature and unrealistic even for a young adult fiction novel. Timelines were often too tight, giving no time for characters to form their relationships or storylines to develop naturally ad everything just felt unnatural.

And while the general big plan of this novel’s plot is something I hold very dear to me, most of the things I had written before these last few months are something I do not think would do any justice to the amazing characters I have planned for this adventure.

So, just before Christmas, after years upon years of more or less consistent hiatus, I returned to the world of the Bronx Chronicles. It was long-long overdue, however I know that every one of these years has helped me become the author I am now.

I took it up on a complete empty page. I started from nothing, besides the general plan and the pen in my hand. I started it again and I feel like nothing’s changed. In fact, that’s what the characters always had in store for them and I know, that the author I was earlier just couldn’t channel the love she had for them.

Now, at 18 years of age, I am finally ready to start the journey again. I was not strong enough to walk the walk last time, falling into the hole of depression and struggling to crawl out knowing, that writing was what put me down there and got me out all in one.

This time I know I won’t fall there again.

Forever yours, Eliza Bronx, Writer against all odds

[salted-barbed-wire]

I worry about your involvement with Bronx because he is dangerous. Not in a judging way, just in a safety way?

Lol. Yeah I worry about it too. But I mean 90% of the stuff he’s done is in the past. At least I hope so. He acts like a big Teddy Bear around me. Thank you tho anon

[k00llife]

He fighting the cold like he Bruce lee lol