What I learned from the first (and last) gurus’ writing course I did — Looking back at my most recent articles, it seems my Pandora’s box opened. I cannot blame myself. I put in effort and open-mindedness, but it wasn’t enough. They didn’t convince me, my apologies. Not one of them convinced me about their excessive praise for writing secrets. Eventually, it’s a no-go…

Or what strict rules achieve

You know which one is the end, don’t kid with me. So, when are you going to start? — “The starting point for discovering who you are, your gifts, your talents, your dreams, is to be comfortable with yourself. Spend time alone. Write in a journal. Take long walks in the woods.” — Robin S. Sharma Too easy? Try it. Consistently. It’s a lifelong quest, you little cub. The…

Sleep isn’t enough to free us from the mental burden — Not all fiction is the same. There’s that of pure entertainment, with its dignity, a brisk pace, which ultimately is the basis of any story: a text has no value if it fails to take the readers by the hand and guide them to its destination. Then there’s the type…

Meet toxic people, cross devastating places, and move on and on and on — I thought. It’s trite: what matters is the journey. The people you meet along the way, the places you fill your eyes with. The way you stumble, fall and get up. The things you learn every day. You know, people die all the time, so every minute counts. You have…

Place yourself outside — Look, I understand. You’re here to make yourself visible and exist as a writer. You’re looking for an appropriate way to cast a precise image or, on the contrary, act instinctively, without any plan. Whatever the choice, the goal is clear: to gain visibility for your works. Tell me, what…

The power of a dreamer hides in his journey — It’s true, dreams can turn out to be nightmares. Yet there’s this very subtle, but tenacious and uninterrupted line that mysteriously envelops dreamers, and then it departs, while still clinging firmly to them. It travels throughout space and time like a spindle, unstoppable, straight towards the horizon and further still…

We’re only human — don’t put the blame on us — Recently, a not-so-recent article of mine started to gain traction. I should add an “alas,” I guess. Its title — I Don’t Believe in Humankind Anymore — talks about one night of delusion and that philosophical mood that sometimes corners me. …