Category: The creative life

Embracing the creative life – part I

I’m 34, and I spent about 30 years sabotaging my (writing) life. For a very long time, I thought I wanted to live the same life of my parents. A stable job in one place, a house with a mortgage, a life partner, kids to perpetuate the generation. I wrote

Is your book ready for the public?

In 2017 I clicked on ‘publish’ on Pronoun. I remember an awkward sensation travelling throughout my oesophagus. I had self-published a collection of poems, and I was breathing a different quality of happiness. I could have finally introduced myself saying: I am a writer because I have a book published.

3 reminders for exhausted creatives

It’s 5.10 am, I am waiting for my coffee to brew in the hostel where I’am volunteering. One of my characters just woke me up, pulled my feet and said: “It’s time to work…come on! Everyone else is still asleep.” In 2016 I wrote a collection of poems that I

Poetry

Happens throughout the early hours’ darkness. When everyone else’s asleep, drunk or making love, I crave a sacred silence. I don’t look for something to write. I don’t think about the last sunrise on the beach. All I have to do is surrender and flow. It’s a courtship with my

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