It has been well over a year since I have been able to write a short story or finish my next books. 2021 has been a devastating year as a writer, as I completely lost motivation, inspiration, and even momentum. It reached the point where even my regular blog suffered, with large gaps in-between entries.... Continue Reading →
It took me years to understand the concept that suffering is pivotal to finding the core of an artistic soul. It seemed like too much of a cliche, the starving and suffering artist or writer who crawls through the darkest alleys of life in order to produce a masterpiece. My writing journey began in short... Continue Reading →
When you can't quit the day job just yet and dedicate yourself body and soul to writing, a writer will move heaven and earth to find time to write. Now that all the research is done for Sunset Shadows, I can finally hunker down and put all the pieces of the puzzle together. At first... 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 →
It’s been a while since I last sat down to write. Life and my ever tumultuous soul keep getting in the way and I’ve been struggling. This time last week I was absolutely sure that I was not going to decorate for Christmas. I just couldn’t bring myself to decorate the apartment just for the... Continue Reading →
When re-structuring your life, there comes an unavoidable point when you have to decide whether or not to carry certain elements from the past into the present and future. Obviously, what is over and done with, closed and broken remains in the past, and one just has to come to terms with it. Then there... Continue Reading →
Out of the night that covers me, Black as the pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeoning of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed. Beyond this place of wrath and... Continue Reading →
Wings, Shadows, and Chains 