But the more she listens to the Duchess, the more she analyzes her features and mannerisms, the more…
They say hearts are shaped like fists because they have to fight. Hers is fighting its way out of the cage of her chest.
Lucien walks into the living room. He doesn’t seem surprised to see her there. He takes a seat on the couch, next to Elena. Kisses her.
Without meaning to, Alice sights.
“Why do you do this?” she asks. Without meaning to.
“Beg your pardon?” Lucien inquires. Continue reading
Writing a story resembles a journey, but neither the destination, nor the way we reach that destination are of any importance. What matters most is our ability to stop, look around, and ask ourselves, “Do I have to go any farther?”
It’s what makes us human: we are able to test the world around us, to learn, to evolve, to adapt.
This also means that we never find what we are looking for, our journey never ends. We’re wanderers, hopelessly trying to reach a destination with the vague hope of finding that elusive grandeur, that feeling that what we’re writing is perfect or close to perfect. Continue reading
For any aspiring writer, a rejection letter, regardless of the provenience of said letter, is one of the most dreaded of objects. In this line of work getting rejected is considered a sort of literary murder – people are knowingly destroying something you’ve spent time on, and a lot of it. But the thing is everyone got rejected, more or less. I can think of very few instances when writers found publishers/agents from the first try. Or the second, or the tenth. Continue reading
One of my favorite opening lines goes like this, “All that I write was once real life.”
It’s from Max Blecher’s last novel, The Shinning Burrow.
How do you turn real life into art? Into stories? How do you write about all the things you’d never have the courage to say out loud?
“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
“Life breaks us all and afterward many are strong at the broken places.” – Ernest Hemingway
You know what they say… what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger. But I suppose that what doesn’t kill you simply makes you wish it did. And then, if you somehow find enough inner strength to go on, builds you up.
The things is, all that matters is the power that resides within us. It’s the power to be in control, to handle everything life throws at you.
But remember: what you give power to has power over you.
So don’t give up your power, don’t let the world break you. Fight on, no matter what. And, besides, strength is just the ability to keep moving forward long after you thought you couldn’t go on.
Let me tell you a bit about this sport called boxing. It’s tough and rough, no doubt about it. But the most difficult and painful parts are not the ones you see on TV. No, the fights themselves are just the parts that people get to see. The real fighting, the struggle, take place off-screen. The time spent practicing, hours and hours of physical training, shadow boxing, sparring. That’s the tough part. A few minutes in a ring with another fighter don’t even come close to what happens during a training. Continue reading