The Garden of Eden, unfinished as it is, is one of my favorite novels, and undoubtedly stands proof of Hemingway’s most enduring of traits; he was not only capable of, but also willing to reinvent his writing, always aspiring for a different style.
Much like The Old Man and The Sea, this novel is different from his earlier works. And it shows a different layer, more human, to one of the great “macho” writers in history.
First, I’d like you to watch this video. It’s really short, and I assure you it won’t be a waste of your time. Then, I’d like to tell you how much I agree with what Chuck Lorre had to say about writing.
I’m an ardent believer in the fact that all great writing comes from a place of truth, from a place well hidden inside our soul. I believe that those elements that are based on our own experiences, faults, and beliefs give substance to a story. I can see many writers who are reluctant about that. I can also understand why. It’s the most difficult thing to do. Once you start writing about yourself, in one way or another, you realize how difficult it really is. Continue reading Being a Writer
Ever since we first invented the written language and decided to try and document our experiences and pass down knowledge, there has also been the risk of losing certain books. Paper does burn, which is a tragic statement given the context.
Of course, we will never know about all the great books that have been lost during the ages, but we do have some clues as to what some of them contained.
Here are five lost books that could have changed the world.
Oscar Wilde once said, “Education is an admirable thing, but it is well to remember from time to time that nothing that is worth knowing can be taught.”
Writing as an art can’t be taught, and even though Creative Writing courses and workshops undoubtedly help writers grow, writing is a solitary process, and it’s up to each individual to reach within the confines of his mind for answers. Continue reading Books on Writing
“In everybody’s life there’s a point of no return. And in a very few cases, a point where you can’t go forward anymore. And when we reach that point, all we can do is quietly accept the fact. That’s how we survive.” – Haruki Murakami
I don’t know what artists are made of, but it isn’t happiness. Perhaps it’s fear; to be so afraid of the world that you do nothing but observe. You turn yourself into a quiet shadow. You interpret the world, you give it a new meaning every day.
But I don’t think that’s the point… of art, of life.