I told the ed. : who have you seen like Mr.? That can deliver like Mr.? No one I tell you. But he put up borders. I was from here, he was from there. Borders are a problem for writers, if one’s not a local, trying to write internationally, and international writers are an issue for the publication you are trying to write for. You can get in there, though, without telling them, using cunning and their sheer trust and ignorance. But you may get found out and they have a problem with non-locals writing for local publications. The publication’s national pride could be a reason for such circumspect behavior. Some publishers are insular looking and very sensitive to local authenticity and accuracy. They may say, “Don’t want a foreigner writing about our issues” or whatever it happens to be, even if generic or general issues that affect everyone. Maybe getting sidelined because you are from another country is that the publication likes to serve “their own”. It comes down to “family”. But then that excludes the human family. That is a contradiction and problem. Therefore, borders are always going to be a problem for a writer, but getting in there is not impossible. With an unidentifiable email and an open minded editor, who may even know your real identify somehow, but who may give you a chance, you may get around the bureaucracy and get some credits and money. Until someone else finds out and resists the temptation of beautiful work. But never approach a publisher if they say “no international writers wanted” in their writer’s guidelines. That would be unethical if you did.
There are the usual habits of the writer, but for me one of the most important one is “waste not, want not”. Life can be a garbage can at times, in that things gets thrown around and thrown out. The ideal is not to waste anything. As a writer, this means to not waste a word, a paragraph, and idea, that may be of use somehow, somewhere. Of course, I fall short in executing this 100 per-cent, but the principle is something I want to abide by, from what’s in my room, to the cupboard, generally speaking. Waste not, want not also means that anything I buy is used economically, from food, to CD’s.
Brought it back for her. All I did was mention something about a family member of mine. That was all she needed. I don’t know if it came down like a ton of bricks. She said, “When you mentioned your [family member] it brought it back for me.”Continue reading “Loved one”