From Malta, living in Jordan after four years in the Gaza Strip.
I don’t create as much as I report, rearrange, reuse and recycle.
I can write endlessly for my reader, and then stop for years.
I write until I exhaust all the words that have to be said, knowing that everything has been said already. We can only retell it, with our own grammatical quirkiness that gives us some credit.
I write until I hate writing. Until I fall in love with my muse again. Until it becomes inevitable again.
Writing is just a front for my madness.
You can stalk me further here: http://poeticanet.com