Favorite Place to Write:
@ garden patio
Favorite Place to Read:
Sprawled on the couch... Or the bed... Or the white sands of Curacao... Or an airplane (ok, not much room to sprawl there, but I try).
Best time of day to write:
Not day. Night. I belong to the night.
Oh, I've been all sorts of different things. I'd like to say it all began with the death of my father, but in truth it started long before... Before, even, my own birth. My life is a voyage of seeking; Picasso said "Je ne cherche pas; je trouve", and perhaps, in a different manner, that's true for me too. I do not seek, because I do not have a mental picture of what I'd like to find. I do find, however; anything and everything that life brings me to, any experience, any person, any location - they're all cherished finds, and in them I find even deeper treasures that entice my childish sense of marvel. If I prayed, I'd do so in order to never lose that wide-eyed amazement at... a butterfly, or a sunset, or the way coral reproduces. Apparently as a writer I *should* have a mission. Well, then; let it be the celebration of life and all its little inadequacies, all its myriad imperfections, that make it beautiful beyond belief.
Ayayay... I'm corny, and eclectic (personality disorder, you think?). DH Lawrence. Isabel Allende. Marguerite Duras. Dean Koontz. Mario Vargas Llosa. Pablo Neruda. Aravind Adiga. Laura Esquivel. T.S. Eliot. Maeve Binchy. Stephen Spielberg. I write with music: nowadays I'm discovering Joaquin Sabina, and I've decided to let him in, in a tempest of modified words and scrawled verb tenses.