My Name is Red, by Orhan Pamuk

I love reading about artists. I can usually identify with those kinds of characters pretty well. This story was an interesting look at the 'miniaturists' of 16th century Istanbul. And what held my attention most, was the way they looked at art. In that time, 'style' was seen as a flaw. If anyone could tell …

I am a poor judge of my own work

I'm writing a story finally. Took a while to get the ideas organized in my head for the next planet, Jupiter. I'm writing about an endless storm, but on Earth. The problem is I don't really like it. But I can't stop now so I'll just have to push it out. It's not like I …

What is the point of creating?

I've spent a bit of time the past few days wondering if anyone will ever want to read my stories, or enjoy reading them as much as I did writing them. Am I the only one who enjoys the sort of thing I want to write? Surely I can't be... I'm not that special or …

Grab your inspiration by the throat and CHOKE IT

Writing is hard. I keep waiting to feel that thrill of a new idea, but while I'm waiting for that elusive, magical power... I'm not writing. Not writing is bad. So, I got to stop waiting and start typing, even if it's uninspired crap. It's better than laying around waiting to be moved by a …

The planets: a collection

I've written a story inspired by the moon, for possible use at Lucent Dreaming, and am going to continue that route and write 6 more stories, inspired by the Sun, Mercury, Venus, Mars, Jupiter and Saturn. I'm not sure where these will all end up, but if they all turn out good there may be …