Writing a story

Everytime I write a story, I worry. I worry if I have enough substance. I worry if my characters lack depth. I worry if the dialogue is too thick, too awkward, too artificial. I worry if the plot is not as smooth as I imagined it would be. I worry that there isn't enough pace… Continue reading Writing a story

A short poem in a book of verses my father wrote…

There is a poem in the book of verses my father wrote for his mother as she lay dying a thousand kilometers away from him in the cancer ward of an hospital plagued not with the disease but the longing for sleep and some rest at the finale of a life that didn't say a… Continue reading A short poem in a book of verses my father wrote…