Amor vincit omnia

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Most of my main 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.

Jonathan Fisher, in The Writer, wants to become a great writer, no matter what. Chris Sommers, in Jazz, wants to be happy. Francisc Goyer, in A Sad, Sad Symphony, wants to create the perfect symphony, just so he can leave something behind. Something great. The narrator in Remember wants nothing more than to kiss the woman he’s always been in love with.

And Chris Packlem is willing to do the same thing, but he doesn’t really know what he wants. He used to think that becoming rich would solve all his problems. He was wrong.

He’s the kind of guy who spends an awful lot of time wandering around New York. I imagine that to be the ultimate proof of how lonely he really feels. How lonely can anyone feel; to be surrounded by the commotion and despair of a huge city, by all these strangers passing him by, and to feel as if the world is inhabited by ghosts. Or maybe he’s the ghost.Continue reading “Amor vincit omnia”

All creative endeavors are, to some extent, selfish

Maybe the best example is The Casual Vacancy by JK Rowling. What’s shocking is who wrote it, more than the story or plot or whatever. And what’s more interesting is that Rowling had the courage to write and publish such a novel.

And a lot of people got upset because of this. Because a lot of people mistake their part in the relationship they have with any artist. Somehow, some people think artists owe them for their success. In may ways, yes, they do, but ultimately, art is a selfish endeavor.

The act of writing a book, the act of reading one, deriving pleasure from these activities…Continue reading “All creative endeavors are, to some extent, selfish”

2012’s last post

This year’s last post is going to be short. I’m just gonna say that it was a crazy year; a lot of stuff happened. I’m closer to becoming a professional writer. I self-published two novels, a couple of short stories, and a collection of essays. I wrote 200 blog posts.

And I founded an online magazine.

So, yeah, it was a good year. I’m not the one to complain.

Thank you all for your support! Let’s hope we all have a better, crazier (in a good way) 2013.

Work, work, work

pozaYeah, it’s me in the photo. And I’m wearing an irevuo t-shirt.

So, basically I’m working like crazy on the site, trying to get it all ready before Saturday night. And I’ve still to send out e-mails to people, and last night I almost got some proper sleep. Oh, and this computer’s making funny noises… and I just changed practically everything in it a few months ago. How much I love technology, especially when it sounds like a desperate cricket. Or something.Continue reading “Work, work, work”

For The Love of Christmas

christmasSo, basically Christmas is around the corner. We can feel it in our bones. It hasn’t snowed yet here, but it sure is cold. Like 2-3 degrees Celsius at night (35 degrees F). So it’s cold, and it’s windy, and we all know it’s December. So Christmas must be near.

I’m quite excited about Christmas for the following reasons:Continue reading “For The Love of Christmas”