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[Reading my past work usually makes me cringe, especially if they - like this piece - were written while I was still a wee writing student in university. But 'Three Dogs, a Frog and Two Bears' is special to me for several reasons and that is why I have kept it till this day.
One: [...]
He says: Which magazine do you think has the best writing?
I say: I think Time magazine is one of the best.
He says: Okay, so every morning when you wake up, you have to think, ‘Today I’m going to write as well as Time magazine does.’
I say: If I can do that, I [...]
They say love is blind.
It’s true.
Sometimes I am so angry I cannot see past your faults.
Sometimes I am so upset I cannot see the light through my tears.
Sometimes I am so discouraged I cannot imagine hope.
And don’t even get me started on that silver lining.
When people find out that I’m a writer, the question that invariably comes after ten minutes is: “So are you going to write a book?”
Almost as if writing a book is what makes a writer a real writer.
I usually reply with:
a) No. I’m not long-winded enough.
b) No. I haven’t found a [...]
The house is clean. The piles of paper on the dining table have been sorted and cleared. The laundry is done. My email is checked. I am ready for work tomorrow.
How bloody depressing.
So the scriptwriting course that I’ve been repeatedly blogging about is over. I have managed to juggle both work and the [...]
It’s been an amazing week. Tomorrow marks Day Six of my scriptwriting course and I’m already dreading the day it ends. I’m expecting withdrawal symptoms. We’re only just settling down and becoming really comfortable with each other, forming friendships that go beyond, “Hello, how are you?”
I’m counting down the hours till tomorrow morning.
Today [...]
The beggar woman clutched her filthy shawl closer to her body, as if by drawing it tighter she would be able to ward off the pain and cold of abandonment. It wasn’t the winters that were so hard; the weather she could take. It was the knowledge that she would be alone for yet another [...]
I want to get away; it’s been far too long since my last holiday. It’s not the workload that gets to me – that I can definitely deal with; it’s the amassing bullshit, creeping disillusionment and growing cynicism that I’m worried about.
Some days I wish I were a talented novelist. It’s the only job [...]
This is probably one of the most deluded articles I’ve read in a while.
Besides the fact that it disrespects what I thought was an admirable and fantastic effort on the part of the artistes involved in ‘Here In My Home’, it’s also so incredibly misinformed and ridiculous that I actually [...]
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