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Wednesday, March 5, 2014

My first radio show

This Sunday I will appear on radio for the first time. My show, which will focus on Disney movie songs, will take place on FranknBea radio (find the link at the bottom of this post) at 8pm.

Do join us and together we will relive our childhood. If enough people listen we might video-record the rest of the shows and post them online, in order for you to enjoy the bloopers and see the making-of. Furthermore, if this goes well, it might mean that more guest appearances will occur.

So, come along on Sunday at 8pm. We will be there, waiting for you.

Friday, January 17, 2014

Love and writing

A small scene I have written for a potential novel:

Although her father observed her intently, he could not fathom the meaning of her words. Her ramblings had always been a mystery to him.
“Is it the predestination of a female writer to be without love? I do not understand how men do it.”
“Do what, darling?” He had neglected speech throughout her twenty-minute long speech, and counting.
“Write and live and love, all at the same time. I could never write through my happiness. I would be too…happy. Too hungry for more.”
He readjusted his glasses. “More?”
“More happiness, more love. How could I sit and write about life and love, with them both within my grasp. That is why Austen’s novels are still considered literature. If she had been in love, married, happy, she would likely have been much less talented. Rather the talent would be there, but her bliss would have gotten in the way.
“Whenever I am content I cannot write, and yet as soon as the reason for my happiness deserts me, be it love or money, suddenly my pen is unstoppable. Why must the life of a female writer be such a lonesome one? And how can men write whilst joyful?”
He removed his glasses, as he always did when preparing for one of his finest speeches. “They don’t, my dear. Show me the man who his entirely content with his situation in life. He does not exist. In every marriage there is a crisis, in every job a dilemma-”
“Which more often than not he has created himself.” She ventured.
He glared at her and continued: “So you see, the need for unhappiness in the creation of a novel is far from being a mere woman’s problem.”