Miss Eve’s Weekly Thoughts

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         Being a Writer and a Blogger is not what I dreamed to be as a child. My dreams were to be a Spanish or English Major Teacher and a Fashion Model on my free time. I managed to model for few designers and for a Fashion Sales TV Channel, similar to QVC, named Home Shopping Network. It was a fun brief experience as Guest Model, and at the same time I went to college to study Computers and Education, but it turned out to be overwhelming (and boring) to me so I changed my degree to International Business Management. Since I've done a lot of different jobs, from Customer Service to Management and Sales. And got a love hate relationship with Sales, but seems to come natural to me. Yet little by little I began to spend many hours creating and hosting web pages, sharing my love for writing stories and poetry with people on different social media places, until one day I published my first poetry book titled Grieving, the next one was Poems From a Gypsy Soul, I & II Editions, and now my III edition with Breaking Rules Publishing. I also published a short novel titled Believing in Love at First Sight with them and if everything goes as planned I'll have my first book signing in St. Petersburg, FL. in a month or two. Wish me luck and look for my books in Amazon & at 
https://www.breakingrulespublishing.com/store/p106/Believing_In_Love_At_First_Sight_by_Evelyn_Lallave_Rodriguez.html

https://www.breakingrulespublishing.com/store/p107/Poems_From_A_Gypsy_Soul_by_Evelyn_Rodriguez.html

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