Archive for the ‘Creative Writing’ Category

[Sketched on the back of a napkin at many thousands of feet somewhere between Kampala and Kigali] With the passing of the Great Ruler, it came to be that his eldest son – long spoken of fondly throughout the kingdom – would ascend to his throne. A date was fixed for his royal coronation, and   Read More …

Categories: Creative Writing

It’s night. It’s late and there is much to do tomorrow. Life and adventure wait on the other side of sunrise and it’s been a while since I wrote from the heart. So here is something to say I remember.

Categories: Creative Writing

‘Today is gonna be the day…” A sign slicing by reports only four hundred kilometres until Johannesburg, before being lost behind me. Lost in the dead flat Free State fields. I’m not checking the mirror today. There’s enough behind me.

One block left in the journalism syllabus for the year. An elective we could choose out of a range covering everything from photojournalism to long-form writing. I had intended so absolutely to dedicate my energies to photojournalism – yet swapped in a moment’s delicious decision to writing. It felt right. It felt explosion-in-your-heart, down-to-your-stomach-beautiful-moment perfect.   Read More …

Categories: Creative Writing

Bodhisatta (n): In the Pali canon, the Bodhissata Siddhartha Gotama is described thus: Before my awakening, when I was an unawakened Bodhisatta, being subject myself to birth, sought what was likewise subject to birth. Being subject myself to aging… illness… death… sorrow… defilement, I sought happiness in what was likewise subject to illness… death… sorrow…   Read More …

Those first blank pages are intimidating. Judgmental. As though the entire book might be spoiled with the careless stroke of a pen. As with any superstition, I don’t believe it. Not rationally anyway. But I go and buy six of my favourite pens. Just in case. Don’t go to the ball without a tuxedo, y’know?

Categories: Creative Writing

Fingers press the stories insistently into the keyboard. Sometimes gently, or sarcastically, or desperately weaving something that happened into a wordpicture that my smile – or yours – will find in some time hence. Sometimes finding a story is hard. Sometimes finding it is easy, but recalling it is harder. Memory fades and few stories   Read More …

Categories: Creative Writing, Travel

Away from telling stories for a second, and on to asking questions of travel writing. Stylistically and storytellingly (yes, that is a word now) At Matador, the question occasionally pops up as to what makes for honest, compelling travel writing – the stuff that makes you read to the end, leaves an impression and makes   Read More …

Categories: Creative Writing

My plan on returning home was always to pass right through and into something new. Not to turn my back on the people I know and the work I do in that place they call the Real World, but to augment it. To do more. More of the things that excite me. More of the   Read More …

“I wonder“, he said And because he did, he went. Embracing his fear, he freed it for the wind To carry in the currents of the scent of tomorrow Of the just beyond “I wonder”, he said “I wonder where the road goes” And because he did, he went – 11 days to go

Categories: Creative Writing

Traveling from Cape Town to Cairo is something that I may quite likely only do once in this life. So I’ve been spending no small amount of thought trying to decide how I want to write and record it, what I want to record, and most importantly, what I hope the journey will come to   Read More …

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