Category Archives: Text
‘It’s not a story if there isn’t an intro,’ Paul begins, ‘explicitly tell your readers, your listeners, the story is beginning. That what you are saying is a story.’ He looks me in the eyes. He is dead serious. ‘Otherwise
‘Sometimes, though, I’m not sure which is the disease.’ I hear Paul mutter. ‘Whether I write because reality seems so hard, so I try to escape.’ Paul asks. ‘Or if I write to bring back reality, as I try to
‘You’ll meet the Devil quicker in your writing (your art) than if you climbed the Himalayas.’ Paul writes. ‘Is it only true of him? Why not family and friends?’ Paul asks. ‘Is writing inhuman?’
‘It is a balance,’ Paul says, ‘you have to balance how much you write.’ Paul smiles. ‘The balance I have found is to write very short, sweet, compact.’ I am reminded of the discourses in Acts. Paul in Athens. He
‘Hyper-realism.’ I look at the writing of Paul, I mean, as he is writing. ‘Dear Epap,’ he writes. Epap, that is the nickname given to Epaphroditus. ‘Remember to be writing to someone at all times,’ Paul slowly spins the pencil.