Creative writing require much imagination to add details to an otherwise one dimensional story. But when faced with writer’s block – Photographs do help…
Apologies for not posting as much here. I took a few weeks to escape the norm and find some inspiration to write again. In the meantime, here’s a picture of me (well one that reminds me of me) – always in a bookstore wherever I travel to, thumbing and searching for that wonderful little novel to take my mind off of the realities of the world:
And just in case you are wondering what I am reading right now, click here. The best and funniest book I’ve read in a long while.
I apologize for neglecting to update to those interested in my whereabouts and ‘whatabouts’. But I have been extremely busy in finishing up my next book, among other writing obligations, which require time-consuming research. I know – not a good excuse, but for now there are not enough hours in the day, or days in the week for me, to effectively be everywhere. I do promise, however, that I will do my best to stay in touch more frequently.
So here’s an interesting topic – at least for me: Seven Books That Might Become Your Next Favorite Movie.
Maybe it should read: Seven Favorite Books That Might Become The Next Best Movies?
Normally, movies are made from top best sellers or even some unknown book someone found tucked away on a shelf in a small bookstore around the corner. But this article talks about the types of books that could very well be turned into your next favorite movie. Let me know if you are familiar with any of the mentioned.
Lincoln in the Bardo, George Saunders (Random House)
Eleanor Oliphant Is Completely Fine, Gail Honeyman (Pamela Dorman Books)
Priestdaddy, Patricia Lockwood (Riverhead Books)
Killers of the Flower Moon, David Grann (Doubleday)
Genuine Fraud, E. Lockhart (Delacorte Press)
The Deal of a Lifetime, Fredrik Backman (Atria Books)
How to Stop Time, Matt Haig (Viking—forthcoming on February 6, 2018)
Any opinions you might want to share?
If I could travel for the rest of my life, without a care, I would. And if I could simply spend the hours in between discovering every inch of this amazing planet of ours, reading, I would become the happiest version of myself – M.L.Kilian
So if you share this longing of mine, then consider starting here – Around the World in 12 Books
You know what I love the most about a twenty-minute quick writing assignment in class about a moment when you felt a rush of adventure? Just being able to sit in front of a computer and write – quickly, without putting much thought to it or worrying about how it comes out. Kind of like this:
We disembarked on the shores of Capri. A short ferry ride from Sorrento late August in 1995, thinking we’d beat the tourist season, and were about to experience an island on our own. But instead, steered through a crowd of travelers alike, and even locals, holding hotel signs and maps of sorts, over speaking one another about, who knows what. I wasn’t really listening. I simple took note they were intending to retail a room and board.
Worried, I scanned the small cobbled-stoned waterfront for signs leading me to a tourist information booth; I read about in Lonely Planet – advised to be the best source to finding hotels and guided tours. My boyfriend at the time, and my brother, relying on me, followed behind me to a small building bearing the ‘i’ symbol in blue and white, and we queued up for the tourist information agent, to direct us on how to proceed. While in line, I began to regret convincing my travel partners, while in Rome to take a spontaneous trip down south, to Sorrento, and now to Capri.
Forty-minutes later, we stood in front of the clerk, as typical looking like a group of amateur travelers, and asked for a budget hotel to spend at most two nights, or maybe three if we had to – I remember telling the girl, seated behind the counter, interning from Switzerland – I discovered, when I asked how she spoke English so well.
She made a call, booked as two rooms for three nights, and sent us on our way, with a visitor map, she drew arrows on pointing to where we needed to go to catch the local bus to our hotel.
Holding my breath in a state of panic, although trying my best not to show it to the boys, I pointed to the bus stop. We queued up in the mid-morning heat, but couldn’t get on the empty bus, even at the starting point to the route, because of the number of tourists and locals doing the same. So we were forced to wait. Thirty minutes, it read on the timetable pinned inside an obscured glass frame mounted by the stop. But in reality, it was forty-five minutes, to when the bus actually showed up.
We managed to get on, and took seats on the right side in the bus, the three of us agreeing that we would simply spend the next three days catching up on our sleep. Until the bus began a climb, the windy narrow road, up so high that we got the most spectacular views of the azure Tyrrhenian Sea hundreds of feet below, and a fleeting glimpse of the countless people sunbathing, or playing in the water. Some even perched on small boats or yachts, and the breeze, mixed with the scent of various flowers, coming through the opened windows, was enough for us to get off the bus, check in, get inside our hotel rooms quickly, change and leave, unanimously agreeing to explore the entire island on foot, no matter how long it took.
I travel extensively, mostly for pleasure. But I do use the excuse that it’s for research. I mean, technically, it isn’t an excuse. I do research for my novels – while I travel for pleasure. 🙂
Anyway, the other day I stumbled upon these set of travel quotes from my favorite Conde Nast Traveler e-magazine, and from the dozen or so, I picked out some of my favorites to share here. Enjoy.