“grinding up” one’s influences, Hello. Reading an interesting article about where the ideas come from, I found that expresion I wrote on the tittle: "grinding up". I looked it up, but the problem is the meaning I found is motheing like "to pulverize", Which I don't think is correct. This is the paragraph: Echoing Einstein’s idea of “combinatory play” and artist Francis Bacon’s notion that original art is the product of finely “grinding up” one’s influences, Le Guin speaks to the combinatorial nature of the creative process: From the context I would say it is something like "to combine", but I don't know.

About an outgoing daughter. II Hello again. I leave you the second part of the description I wrote before. Then she left the house, had two chidren. Lina decided to make time to take care of her them. It was not that she wanted to do it, but he thought it was something a good woman had to do. Time passed, and the quiet babys turned into restless boys. Her marriage had not been happy (she felt the distance between her and her husband growing ) however currenly, her husband seems to be different, more abscent, more quiet. Her mother patricia was sick. O

About an outgoing daughter. I Hello everybody. The last description I wrote didn't get any corrections, I supposed it was pretty large, so I'll split this description into two separate entries. Her name is Lina. Since she was a little girl revealed her strong personality -inheridated from his father. As a young woman, she liked parties, and hanging around with her friends. Because of her character she was always arguing with her father Rodrigo. He was so fond of her that he was constantly worried about her well-being. Lina always loved her family, her shy brother, her calm mother even her strict father. When her brother took the money that Rodrigo was saving away, she was really sad although, much to her surprise, she understand her brother. From that day on, she decided to put a stop to her sort of wild life. She went to a college and graduated with good grades in Administration. Eventually she will get married with a co-worker.

That man: Short Story Hello everyone. I wrote another story in English. It was funny to made it. I hope that you enjoy it. That Man There was a shabby man seated on the ground. He just showed up one day, with his many days beard and a pair of dirty dark glasses on. He always put a little pot of clay in the middle of the sidewalk and once he seated, begun to insult people who passed by there. You could hear the sound of his bad words mixing with the clatter of the city. When the man heard the ting made by something hitting the pot, he just said: "Thak you Asshole". One day, heading home, I stop by and asked him: "What are you doing?" "What you think jerk?" Said he. "I don't now. That's why I'ms asking" He smilled. There were no teeth in his mouth. "I'm working, you know, like everybody does." The man was always looking somewhere else. "Are youn blind?" "What you think?" "I think you're blind and dirty and sad." "Yes I'm dirty and blind." he said. " I was always crying like a little girl when I was younger, you know?, and one day there wasn't sight in my eyes" We remained silent for a while It was very cold. The sky was not but a drab sheet with little blue spots scattered in it. "And what about being sad?" I asked him again. He was silent, freeze. I bent down and put a five Dollar bill in the clay, over the pile of small stones and buttons. Thanks for your correction.

About a Miserly Father Hello. I will continue writing the character's profiles I told you about last week. Actually I was thinking about it and the word "profile" doesn't fit to what I have done with the mother in a previous notebook entry. I would say is more a brief description than a profile. It is now the turn of the father. The father's name is Rodrigo. He was raised in a middle class family. His father was very strict and his mother was never in home since she spent much time working in a hairdressing. Rodrigo just like his parents, was very religous and conservative. While he didn't love his parents so much he did knew that he had to do it because of the fourth commandment, and his believening in a christian god. He worked in a delivery office, where at first he had to hand out some packages and letters and things like that. He got married with a religious woman (Patricia, the conservative mother). Some months later she gave birth to a girl. The second child -a boy- would come in four years. There were many times during his childhood and youth when Rodrigo thought to himself that he was going to be an affectionate father however both his overwhelming working pace and his concern about family made him forget this porpuse and as time went by, he found himself being as strict as his father was. Although Rodrigo had a respectable income, he was reluctant to waste it, even putting it into bank account. He decided to save the money in the house, inside a deposit box in his bendroom. One day, his young son (tired of his father's stinginess) took all the money away and went on a trip alone. The story I want to write begins when Patricia dies. Rodrigo realize that he didn't spent enough time and money with his family and feel regret about that. What he wants now is to have another chance, to step back in time. Thanks for your help.

About a Miserly Father Hello. I will continue writing the character's profiles I told you about last week. Actually I was thinking about it and the word "profile" doesn't fit to what I have done with the mother in a previous notebook entry. I would say is more a brief description than a profile. It is now the turn of the father. The father's name is Rodrigo. He was raised in a middle class family. His father was very strict and his mother was never in home since she spent much time working in a hairdressing. Rodrigo just like his parents, was very religous and conservative. While he didn't love his parents so much he did knew that he had to do it because of the fourth commandment, and his believening in a christian god. He worked in a delivery office, where at first he had to hand out some packages and letters and things like that. He got married with a religious woman (Patricia, the conservative mother). Some months later she gave birth to a girl. The second child -a boy- would come in four years. There were many times during his childhood and youth when Rodrigo thought to himself that he was going to be an affectionate father however both his overwhelming working pace and his concern about family made him forget this porpuse and as time went by, he found himself being as strict as his father was. Although Rodrigo had a respectable income, he was reluctant to waste it, even putting it into bank account. He decided to save the money in the house, inside a deposit box in his bendroom. One day, his young son (tired of his father's stinginess) took all the money away and went on a trip alone. The story I want to write begins when Patricia dies. Rodrigo realize that he didn't spent enough time and money with his family and feel regret about that. What he wants now is to have another chance, to step back in time. Thanks for your help.

Short Story: A Happy Man Hello everybody. I left you a story I just finished. This time I tried to rite it in English. Thanks for correcting me. A Happy Man This man wears a fancy tuxedo. His shoes shining while shaking his hands. He was happy before stepping into the church, before the long wait for the bride. He was happy indeed, when at the age of eight his mother came to the house with a puppy. It was white and puffy, and its eyes so bright, so gray. "You want it?” She said. His hand touched the little animal. The fingers dancing slowly over the silky coat. "Yes, yes mom" said he, crying. Bruno was called the dog, and Bruno was the name embedded in gold letters on its grave three years later. It was somebody’s fault, somebody in a car driving, running over and then getting away. One day when he was in college, his mother asked: "Do you want to go to the beach" "Yes, mom" he replied. And he was happy again, packing his clothes in a large bag and then carrying into the car. But there was truck, a huge truck crossing the empty highway. He saw it, his mother didn’t. She was driving, he’s alive, bearly alive. Now, while the bride walks into the church at the fresh rhythm of the organ, he is happy again. When the priest asks the final question, he will say happily. “No. I don’t.”

About a conservative mother Hello everyone. Last time I left you an attempt of translation from a short story that I made in Spanish. Currentlý, I am working on a new story -this time more complex and longer. I am completely aware of my flaws in English language so the plans to translate this specific story have not been made yet, however considering the fact that I do want to improve my English, I figured out a solution. That is writing the characters profiles in English. The character I want to write about is a mother, her name could be either Patricia, or Mabel -I haven't decided yet-. Patricia Is a woman very conservative, devote to her family. She loves her two sons and her husband. Patricia is this kind of woman that always wanted to be a housemaker, living in a big house with a wide courtyard in it and the kids playing around, and the husband comming from working at the end of the day, tired and dirty but always smiling, craving for a soft kiss of his beloved wife. My idea is not to make Patricia just a stereotypical character. Actually, she has her defects too. For example, she always try to avoid the conflict. Her calm nature -lets say it is not that good when it comes to raising children. You know, it is not good always say yes- contrast with her husband's which is strong, The same goes for her daughter's. One day her younger son steals from his father an important amount of money that he kept in secret in a place inside the house. He takes the money away and go to travel around the country. In spite of Patricia's disapointment, she still love her child, and suffers because she knows that the relationship between her husband and her son is practically broken. Time passes and one day she gets sick -somekind of cancer, I suppouse-. Patricia eventually die. There is where the story begins. At the moment she dies and the son return to the house after years of abscense. Thank you for your correction.

Joint interview Hello. I wonder about the meaning of "Joint Interview". I'm reading an article about Trump and I found this term. I've looked it up, but I still don't know whether the expression can be used like "interview" or as an interview with someone else answering the questions. I leave you the paragraph: The barrage of inflammatory comments in joint interviews published Sunday and Monday in Britain and Germany elicited alarm and outrage in Europe, even as Ms. Merkel dryly characterized Mr. Trump’s positions as nothing new.