Art and life

lifeHave you ever asked yourself if art imitates life? Or is it the other way around?

Art inspires us to imagine the life we think we deserve, gives us something to believe in, something we wouldn’t even dare imagine: happy endings.

Sometimes I’d like for my life to be narrated by Morgan Freeman. And Hans Zimmer or Brian Tyler would compose the soundtrack. I’d want the story to end just the way I’d like. To quote Orson Welles, if you want a happy ending, that depends, of course, on where you stop your story. Continue reading

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Life’s a gamble

gambleI’ve always thought that people are never entirely bad or good, and never inherently so. I’ve always believed that people want only one thing: to be happy. And they set out into this world with this goal in mind, doing their best to acquire that which they need in order to be happy.

But happiness is not a destination to arrive at. Ultimately, there are no happy endings in life.

And sometimes life’s a gamble. Continue reading

When words can’t

words2Don’t you feel that certain human experiences can’t be expressed? That certain depths of the soul can’t be put into words, no matter how much we try? Yes, it feels at times that words are simply bleeding out of our hearts, and, yes, we do come close to revealing the essence of the human spirit, yet we fail. Time and time again. Continue reading

Write, write, write

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“If my doctor told me I had only six minutes to live, I wouldn’t brood. I’d type a little faster.”
Isaac Asimov

In my humble opinion, there are two main rules to becoming a writer: read a lot and write a lot. You can’t do one without the other, no matter how much you try. Fiction writing is different than any other kind of writing, and there’s a point in knowing the conventions of the genre before you can break them.

But today’s post is about writing. A lot. Continue reading

A long time ago…

time2On a cold and dark night of December I wrote my first story. It was for the first time that I had the vision, that my eyes saw more than what was right there, in front of me, that my ears heard more, and my mouth wanted to speak in a voice that was louder than ever before.

I wanted to reach people, I wanted to share with them the same dream I had. It was happiness in a way that you know it can only last for a few moments, that kind of happiness you could never expect to last longer. I was happy because I knew what I wanted to do for the rest of my life. Continue reading

Amor vincit omnia

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“I want love to conquer all. But love can’t conquer anything. It can’t do anything on its own. It relies on us to do the conquering on its behalf.”David Levithan

Most of my characters are hopeless romantics. Well, that’s how I’d go about defining them. Maybe they’re just idealists: they believe in something wholeheartedly, and they stay true to their version of the world, no matter what. Maybe all idealists are stubborn like that. Continue reading

You’ve got to sell your heart

heartIn 1938 aspiring author Frances Turnbull sent a copy of one of her stories to Francisc Scott Fitzgerald. In the feedback he offers her there’s one great piece of advice: “You’ve got to sell your heart, your strongest reactions, not the little minor things that only touch you lightly, the little experiences that you might tell at dinner. This is especially true when you begin to write, when you have not yet developed the tricks of interesting people on paper, when you have none of the technique which it takes time to learn. When, in short, you have only your emotions to sell.”

You can read the rest of the letter here. It’s really worth the time, and it’s the kind of advice writers give only to closest friends. It’s not something you can tell anyone about, because most people will think you’re crazy.

Now, about selling your heart… Continue reading