Hello everybody, as some of you may or may not know, this weekend (20th of September 2020) I took part in the Luxembourgish literary contest Prix Laurence aimed towards “young writers” (whatever that means). I tried something new; I wrote ‘fables’ with only one sentence, and all of them had to include a twist. SomeContinue reading “On becoming third”
I’ve graduated. Finished my Bachelor in European Studies with a specialization in English. I never thought I would one day be in that scenario. Why? Well, I did repeat a year in primary school and two in high school. In those times I was lazy, anxious and depressed, confused most of the times. I thoughtContinue reading “On graduating”
So, I guess the cat is out of the bag. You can find my latest short-story ‘Beyond the Graveyard’ in the Black Fountain Press-published anthology ‘Young Voices’! This story has received ‘honorable mention’ in the same-titled contest by the Luxembourgish English-only publishing house Black Fountain Press. You can buy the anthology here: CLICK HERE!
The University of Luxembourg and the Language Center held a short-story contest for students; my short-story ‘Splash’ got second place! You can read ‘Splash’ in this booklet on page 20 (11 in the online reader): https://indd.adobe.com/view/e1adf618-a567-418a-8c1d-8d414cef748e Thank you to Sandy and my creative writing group, The Writing Circle, for feedback on prior renditions of theContinue reading “‘Splash’”
Finally. My second published short-story ‘De Café um Bock’ is now available in the 2019 Prix Laurence anthology. If you are in Luxembourg, you can pick the book up free in various selected libraries!
I have long resisted the urge to make a Twitter. However, considering I want to take this absolutely serious, and all the serious writers have Twitter, I thus made one too. I’ll try to be active on it. Therefore, if you want to listen to my quick and nonsensical ramble about stuff and things andContinue reading “hear the blue bird chirp.”
I am writing on a novel right now. -no, not an anthology,-no, not on a collection,-no, not on anything else; a novel. That mammoth of a genre; that defining piece of any authors journey; the holy grail, Prometheus’ fire, that one cheeseburger at 3 AM after a night of Jägerbombs and gin-tonics and bitter-golden ale.Continue reading “on writing a novel. personal struggle.”