If*

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 →

The Parable of the Pencil*

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 →

Long-term goal: digital nomad

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 →

The Hunt (is on)

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 →

The Past Is The Best Archive

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 →

On becoming an interesting person

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 →

Carpe Diem

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 →

Innocence Interrupted

I am the type of writer who draws inspiration from life on the streets, no matter where I find myself in the world. Sometimes it is a lonely man in a cafe in Berlin. Or another day it will be the young lovers hiding behind the trees in Bangkok embroiled in a bitter disagreement. It... Continue Reading →

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