Every day I wage a battle against distractions. I have to fight them constantly before I can get any writing done. Distractions besiege me on two fronts: the first internal, the second external. Internally, there are my daydreams, regrets, disappointments, hopes, and idle thoughts, which flicker through my mind one after another and, if I … Continue reading The Writer Versus Distractions
One of the reasons I enjoy writing so much is that I can express myself better through writing than through speaking. I find it difficult to communicate with other people face to face or on the telephone, to express my thoughts and emotions, to make friends, to become close to others. I do not stammer … Continue reading Talking About Talking
Most of the time I am alone and do not mind it. The silence, sweeter than any music, the sense of security, the low risk of anything out of the ordinary happening, the domestic comfort, I enjoy all of these, and often they help me attain a serenity that is so much different from the … Continue reading Willful Solitude
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