I'm back to writing in cafe's. Something in me is missing though. I cant keep the habit of writing everyday as I used to. My mind is grinding ideas, and then it loses them. None is big enough to make a body.
Today I worked on my book, Life is More Beautiful Than Paradise. It was published 7 years ago in Arabic then translated into 4 European languages but not in English. As a person who lives and works in Britain it means a lot to me to have the book published in English. I rewrote it (in Arabic of course). It seems it's still not up to be put into print. 2 publishers turned it down. I don't know if it would have better chances if I were able to write in English. It seems to me I still have got a lot to learn about writing. It's good though to listen to people's comments, and good to dive into the pool. It's the only way to learn swimming. By the way, I learnt swimming when I was 30 years old. Maybe in few years, when I'm 40, I would learn to write a good book.
1.10.07
A Heavenly Matter?
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