Our hidden secret #writephoto

Hidden   The small stream is known to local children, and to the occasional wanderers. For us, I know, it has meaning, one of the places where our spirits shall meet, and remember the past. We once ran over those rocks, splashing each other, in the bright light of Spring. Then, we were happy, weContinue reading “Our hidden secret #writephoto”


As writers, great and small, we live and work behind closed doors, up to the point when we reveal ourselves, as if by magic, either in person facing an agent, or, if we are already known and published, via the industry, editors and even the media, or indirectly and more stealthily through the social networks. Continue reading “Pondering”