Writing is a personal act. It’s a fight, a confrontation of the writer with the blank page. Often, this confrontation happens in the solitary confinement of an office, a library, a shack in the garden, or a cabin by a lake. It’s no secret, also, that writing is a...
I don’t have many memories of my early life. I was so focused on living the day that the first eight years are like a blur, like for most children. However, there are a few not-so-blurry moments that jump back up clearly. Not surprisingly, some of them are related to...
I counted them not too long ago. I am the proud owner of over 1,200 pieces of art. That’s a collection worthy of a small museum! You might think I own a castle to keep all this art safe and on display. Well no. My house is of average size, and my walls are not covered...