Once upon a time, as I was innocently sitting at my desk, I noticed that I had absolutely nothing to write about.
What to do?
Well, I did what I always do: I fished around in what I call my “character drawer”, where I have some faceless, sexless, colorless, ageless dolls. And, at random, I picked one out. Read More
Novelists write about every kind of character imaginable. Or do they?
Sometimes, I wonder.
No matter how a writer may strive to shape his or her characters into mundane or average people — it seems to me that some spark of the creative imagination that bore them, some impression of the sculptor’s hand, often remains. Read More
As Gabriel Garcia Marquez passed his 80th birthday, I remember thinking to myself there will be a world before Gabriel Garcia Marquez dies, and a world after he dies. And it will not be the same world. Read More