I looked outside my window and stared at the sky. A colorful arc of light brightened gray clouds. It was a smile after the storm, a sign things were getting back to normal. Beautiful. Peaceful. Simply magical. Life took a toll on me. Dragged me through mud, hurt me everywhere, made my heart bleed and…
My life has always been about writing. Already as a little kid, I knew I wanted to be a writer when I grew up. Words are my thing. It’s difficult to explain to people who don’t write why I enjoy doing it so much. Some see it as a complex intellectual exercise; others simply don’t understand…
I woke up this morning, my head still in a fog from the night before. I forced myself to walk to the bathroom, take a shower, brush my teeth, comb my hair and put on clothes, the routine kicking in while my muse yelled at me in the background. I jumped on the bus, checked my…
I wanted to write. Sitting by my keyboard as I would by my piano, I let my fingers play to create a melody I’m not really sure about, but I trust my instincts… I guess it’s always been like that. I never forced it. It came on its own and it guided my hands. These…
I press my mum and dad home telephone number on my Blackberry and wait to hear a dial tone. I let it ring three times, then hang up. Shortly thereafter, my phone starts vibrating, a multitude of colors flashing on my screen. My mum’s calling me back. We have been using that system for years…
I like to let my mind wander when I hit a wall. They call that writer’s block. I don’t really feel like I’m blocked in any way. On the opposite, my brain is hyper active and it gets difficult sometimes to exactly know which direction I want to take with my story. Writing a novel…
The Manicheans 