If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you But make allowance for their doubting too;If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies,Or, being hated, don’t give... Continue Reading →
Here is a golden nugget from my archives that I unearthed last night in a fit of insomnia. This is dedicated to all those struggling with their craft and searching for purpose, regardless of whether you are a writer, photographer, artist, dancer. May you find the courage, meaning and direction. The pencil maker took the... Continue Reading →
Let's face it, unless you have broken into the mass market and are selling books by the thousands, every writer has to keep a day job. This is the tragic reality that I face, with stacks of bills staring back at me from my desk. There is nothing I desire more than to simply have... Continue Reading →
Great writers are born, not trained. No amount of training or sophisticated degrees will ever turn you into a great writer if you do not have the gift. A good writer at best, but if that extra special element that captivates the readers from the first to the last page is missing, then you will... Continue Reading →
For someone who dislikes social media as much as I do, marketing demands have catapulted me into this bizarre world that I am trying very hard to master. Unfortunately there is no way around it in the current world and if you want to build up a network of sorts to project an image, social... Continue Reading →
Fiction or Reality? As a writer, one has one foot in each realm and it is truly a magical place. Some will refer to it as escapism, others will judge it as an inability to cope with the facts of the present. Here's the thing, without such minds that dwell in both worlds, we would... Continue Reading →
I have the highest respect and regard for Elizabeth Gilbert's books and literary style, especially after City of Girls. The number of times I've watched Eat, Pray, Love and agonised over Liz's struggles with faith and identity, two topics very close to my heart, have also slipped into oblivion. It is my go-to movie when... Continue Reading →
I am going through my Elizabeth Gilbert phase at the moment, devouring her books and stories with great pleasure. For the past two months I revisited every possible Isabel Allende book (in Spanish) that I could get my hands on, in whatever medium. Then I switched over to Elizabeth Gilbert, whose personal style of writing... Continue Reading →
My parents sent me to dance classes and painting lessons at a very early age. I was one of the few children who didn't grumble about these after-school activities, simply because it was better than being sent to arts and crafts or sewing school. I never understood, however, why the teachers always said that to... Continue Reading →
