Do your knees tremble with anticipation? Are your hands shaky because of the challenge ahead? Is self-doubt starting to show its ugly face? Or…
A red car drives up, the mp3 player is turned on, playing Bellbottoms by THE JON SPENCER BLUES EXPLOSION.
Four characters with dark sunglasses stare…
You want to write a bestseller. Just admit it.
Don’t you put your hopes in every book, thinking: This might be it?
Don’t you yearn to crack…
James Patterson’s palms are sweating.
It’s the Edgar award ceremony of 1977, the most prestigious awards in the genre.
The winner of the ‘best first mystery’…
“To love at all is to be vulnerable.”
C. S. Lewis
As an artist, I always struggle between potraying and capturing love while trying to understand…
The lights are dimmed. The theater is nearly full. The title of the film appears, and my palms sweat.
It’s been 2,5 years since I’ve…