When you write in newspapers, moving to a country which you don't speak the language of seems like a bad idea. And it is. That's what I did though and never regretted it. 5 years later, I can use Shakespeare's language (not as well as he did but) well enough to decide it is time. Time to get back to my first love (I am not talking about my ex).
Being a writer is a complex mater. You don't become Conan Doyle or Virginia Wolf one morning (unless you're them). And even if you are lucky enough to have the talent (finger crossed), you need stories. "It is always better to write about something you know" is an old proverb. I am not always following this advice (or any) but here I have decided to do so.
I am not a silent witness and from now on, I won't be a silenced writer. Good luck to you all.
In 10 years? I might be a famous columnist, writer or just a successful employee doing my 9am to 5pm in an office, who knows?
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