Tuesday, 14 February 2012

Today I'm mourning the loss of ...

... this historical cinema, The Attikon, which was destroyed in the riots on Sunday. I'm so ASHAMED, and SAD, that there are Greeks who think destroying their city like this is going to fix anything ...

Anyway, I'm not going to go on about this because I'm just so mad.

Look what they've DONE!

Before:


After:


PS: Despite what any of you see on the news, I am NOT in any danger. The riots, when they happen, are confined to a small area of the city and easy to avoid. Plus, no one is out to hurt civilians, they just want to express their anger toward the government. Please do not be concerned for my safety. I have been receiving a lot of emails today, asking if I'm ok. I'M GREAT. Seems to be a bit of media terrorism going on!!! Plus ... Greece is a beautiful country. Please don't be afraid of it!


Monday, 13 February 2012

This is how it all began ...

Music ... bam bam, twang twang, grunt, yell, squeal, vibrato, ahh, pluck, strum, record, click, cassette, disc, head bang  ... yeah man, this is what you call art. I'm gonna be a rock star.


Lyrics ... stupid, these mean nothing, sounds ridiculous, gibberish, I'm a dickhead ... hmmm not bad, yeah this is f#@%ing cool, man  ... I think I have a talent for this. Wow, where did I pluck that awesome line from?

FOUR YEARS PASS ...

Poetry ... hey, this is just like writing a song, hey, maybe there's a way to make melody with words ... ooohhh, yeahhhh, I liiiiiike thissssss ... I want to do this every day ...

Prose ... Um, is this a short story? Um ... I don't know. There's no ending is there? It's all just kinda ... you know ... stuff that happens. This is stupid. What am I thinking? Sure I can write. But structure? Pfft ... don't count on it.

Poetry ... guess I'll just stick to what I know ...

FOUR YEARS PASS ...

Novel ... I'm going to write a novel and get it published, yep ... easy peasy ... I SO know what I'm doing.

FIVE YEARS AND SEVEN DRAFTS LATER ...

About flipping time ... STRING BRIDGE! And a whole bunch of other stuff ...

What started you writing?


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Sunday, 12 February 2012

Knocking Down the Walls ...

I'm over at A DEAD GOOD BLOG today talking about Narrative vs. Lyric (not) ... :o) Would love to see you there ...


Hope everyone is having a great weekend.

Wednesday, 8 February 2012

Have you ever really understood what it means?

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I think there's this one moment in people's lives where they suddenly realize life is too short. And I mean, really, truly realize. I'm not just talking "general view on life" kind of opinion here. I'm talking about a moment which changes the way you perceive everything.

Everything.

I received some horrible news this morning. I can't say what. I won't say what. But it's changed me. And I mean, from one moment to the next, I feel ... weird. I'm sad. And I'm angry at myself for not truly understanding that this thing called life is just so vulnerable. I mean, I've thought it before. I've openly said it before. I've vowed to take one day at a time before, to live life to the fullest and blah blah blah, and really believed that I believed it. But today ... I truly believe it.

So my message to myself today (and to you) is do what makes you happy because you never know what is around the corner. This piece of advice sounds so stupid and clichéd and insignificant, doesn't it? How many times have we heard people say that to us? But have you really understood it? Have you REALLY understood what it means?

Today I have. This moment ... it is stitching itself to every single cell in my body as we speak.

From now on, there is no future. The future is now. Tell yourself this every day. And make yourself believe it. Because one day, 'now' will just be over. And there'll be no turning back.

Say it to yourself out loud right this minute. "The future is now." And repeat it every morning. And ask yourself, "Does what I'm doing right now make me happy?" If the answer is no. Make a change. I'm serious. Make. A. Change.


Disclaimer: Nothing has happened to me. I'm fine. It's someone who is close to me.

Monday, 6 February 2012

A great BIG thank you to the fabulous Chuck Sambuchino of Writer's Digest, for teaming up with me for the Homeric Writers' Retreat & Workshop this year!


To be completely honest with you, when I came up with the idea for this retreat last year, I thought it was a far stretch for it to actually take place. One, because I don't have an agent to 'prove' my abilities as a writer.

We all know that some people feel having an agent is the be all and end all to becoming published. They also seem to think it a validation that you can write. But those of us who've been around a little longer, pushing their way independently through the thick mud more commonly known as 'trying to get published', know this is not the case. And now, thanks to Chuck Sambuchino, this dream of a retreat on the island of Ithaca, Greece, is no longer a dream, but a reality.

I'd like to take this opportunity to thank him publicly for taking the bull by the horns and making this amazing event happen. Chuck, THANK YOU.

I have to say that, ultimately, it does not matter how we get that publishing contract (or decide to self-publish). All that matters is that we do everything we can to reach our dreams.

It isn't important whether we follow the yellow, red or purple brick road to getting our writing into the hands of readers. Because if you are a good writer, it will be evident. Not only will it be evident in readers' reviews, but it will be evident because you will continue to live your dream no matter how many obstacles get in your way. If you love to write so much, that when you don't write, it feels like you're missing a limb, or an organ, or even worse, a loved one, you will reach your dream.

When writing becomes an element of the oxygen you breathe every day, then yes, one day you will become a published author. I can guarantee that.

This is what the Homeric Writers' Retreat & Workshop means to me. It's an opportunity, not only to hone your craft and be taught by experts in publishing, but also to forget what is expected of you for a little while and to remind yourself why you write.

Ithaca is paradise and has so much history. It is magical and inspiring and when you sit down to write in a place like this, 'the industry' becomes an aspect of publishing that you can think about when the time is absolutely right: later. When you sit down to write in a place like this, the process of writing becomes just as important to you as the result you are seeking when you finish.

So yes, please do come to this retreat to learn, because you will learn A LOT, not just from me, but from one of the most respected and experienced individuals in the publishing industry, Chuck Sambuchino.

But please, I beg of you, don't come only to learn. Come because you want to live and cherish the process of writing. Because you want to explore the places in your heart that don't often see the light of day. Come because you want to write something that will make readers 'feel', and will make you feel too ...


... Come because it's not only the result that matters, it's the time you spend getting there: Homeric Writers' Retreat & Workshop, 2012.


Thursday, 2 February 2012

A fetish that isn't really a fetish but an appearance hazard ...

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I have a handbag fetish. But it's not your ordinary handbag fetish. Because my fetish isn't about buying as many of them as possible. It's about using them until they are so worn out that they are impossible to keep using. But you know what? I still do. And I neglect to acknowledge the fact that the zipper is broken, or the clasp is hanging loose, or the (fake) leather is peeling, or that things are falling into the lining and that I think I've lost them forever until I've realized they're in the lining. I must look like a complete bum carrying them around. I must!

Why can't I bring myself to throw them away? I have about ten years worth of handbags shoved in the bottom of my wardrobe and I can't use them because they DO NOT FUNCTION. And the only reason they ended up there was because I finally accepted the fact that they DO NOT FUNCTION. And no matter how many times I tell myself I need to sort through my handbags, I don't. Because my brain just DOESN'T SEEM TO FUNCTION when it comes to my handbags ...

Do you have a weird fetish/habit? Tell me about it so I don't feel so alone ...

Wednesday, 1 February 2012

Keeping an eye on it ...

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Gal: Can you come help me in the kitchen?
Guy: groan, footsteps, opens fridge door, pulls lemons out of the fridge and puts them on counter, walks out of kitchen.
Gal: sighs, swears under breath, throws lettuce leaves into sink so hard she splashes herself in the eye and then rubs it with oniony hands ... F#@*!

Guy: Can we eat in half and hour?
Gal: sniffs, nods

Guy: Cool.

.... time passes ...

Gal: I'm going to have a shower, can you put the rice in the pot when the water's boiling?

Guy: clenches jaw, nods
Gal: rolls eyes, mutters something incomprehensible even to herself


.... time passes ...

Guy: I put the rice in the pot.
Gal: blow dries hair, ... okay ... keep an eye on it.

.... time passes ...

Gal: finishes blow drying hair, finds guy staring at pot, takes spoon, tastes rice .... groans, It's over-bloody cooked.

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