The boy and the ocean (Part 1/3)
As part of Fiction Friday, I want to start a mini series. This might or might not work but… if you don’t try, you don’t get. The following excerpt is the first […]
Tag Archives: Morocco
Morocco lives in me.
Every writer is (or should be) a reader. It’s pretty simple, really. If you want to be good at what you do, you have to put yourself in your […]
A map of the world in a dreamer’s hands.
Usually, my posts influence my choice of music. Today, the music has influenced the post. I recently discovered Xavier Rudd, an Australian musician whose music is a blend of acoustic folk and […]
My mother is everything my father wasn’t.
There you have it. One of the few musical appearances you will find of me on the web. I have decided to share this song with you because today is […]
My piano is my best friend.
Today, I am home. Not home-London, but home-home – Sofia, Bulgaria. I have spent a full 24 hours here and already, I feel recharged. This beautiful piano above is my best […]
The constant satellite of a blazing sun.
It’s Fiction Friday time and I’ll admit it – I’m excited to share with you a slightly longer extract from my novel than the previous ones. I hope you’ll be drawn from the […]
The choices we made and those we could’ve made.
Have you ever wondered if your life could’ve gone differently had you taken another path? Have you ever wanted to learn more about that alternative version of you, living in […]
A writer's caravan 