They say everything happens for a reason. They believe in fate, in a certain alignment of the stars. They believe in all kinds of things. They want to put the blame on the universe (or certain parts of it), but not on themselves. Continue reading
Ascension Denied is E.A.A. Wilson’s debut novel, set for release in October 2014. I was lucky enough to read the novel now, and what can I say? It’s something.
The story of Alice Shepherd, or should I say, the story of her afterlife, Ascension Denied has the right dosage of humor to make something as serious as death and the afterlife a lot less frightening. Of course, they do say that the most serious issues can only be told in the form of jokes. Continue reading
I’m twenty three years old. A fragile age indeed. I have yet to conquer all the good and the bad that life can throw at you. But I’ve seen things, I’ve done things. Scars have been inflicted upon my body and soul. I’ve kept secrets, I’ve nurtured bizarre dreams and fantasies until they became demons. I’ve lost more battles than I can count…
And I’ve fallen… time and time again, only to rise up each and every time.
So, why do we fall? Continue reading
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“In the midst of hate, I found there was, within me, an invincible love.
In the midst of tears, I found there was, within me, an invincible smile.
In the midst of chaos, I found there was, within me, an invincible calm.
I realized, through it all, that…
In the midst of winter, I found there was, within me, an invincible summer.
And that makes me happy. For it says that no matter how hard the world pushes against me, within me, there’s something stronger – something better, pushing right back.”
– Albert Camus
The only way you’re ever going to accomplish something worth mentioning is to rely on your inner strength. True motivation comes from inside. Why some people never give up, no matter what, and why some people never finish a job they’ve started… that’s all about how much they believe in themselves.
The truth is, I can tell you all about my struggles, my problems, and how I chose to face them, how I decided to keep on writing, even when I couldn’t see any reason to keep on doing so. Even when failure was always around the corner. I can write about it, tell you about it, I can tell you that you can do great things only if you set your mind to it, that greatness is achievable, and so on… but the truth is that at the end of the day, if you don’t believe in yourself, nothing will change. Continue reading
“This looks like the end of the story; but it isn’t.” – Beatrix Potter
I once wrote that there are three types of stories: the ones we never get to even start writing. We play with the idea for a while, we ask ourselves a couple of times “what if?” but then the promise slowly fades away. Then there are the stories we never get to end. Those are the most painful to get over. Because we never really understand what happened, why we didn’t push ourselves to the limit, what made it impossible to punch those last keys. And then there are the ones that we do finish, the ones we’ve worked on for so long that we feel there are no more words left. We’ve said everything, we’ve felt everything, we’ve done everything. And now it’s time to let go. Continue reading
“Worry destroys the ability to write.” — Ernest Hemingway
Maybe you’re familiar with Franz Kafka’s short story, A Hunger Artist, maybe you’re not. It doesn’t really matter. One of the main themes of the story (the way I see it) is the fact that artists most often feel misunderstood by their audience. And they’re furious because of that.
That’s a myth.
Most often than not it’s the artist’s inability to show people what he wants to show them that gets in the way. Continue reading