Un ecrivain?? a writer?

As I was in the taxi in Paris heading to a business dinner on the boat, the driver and I started a conversation.  " So, what do you work in? Finance?"
" No, not at all"
"so what are you working? it's not Finance..sure.. so..um...You are in the arts.. cinema?? "
"No, no arts.."
"You have one more guess. One only" I said laughing.
"One.. only one?" He said in real childish eagerness, as if a little boy was trying to solve a puzzle.  I even thought, may be I could bargain with him on the taxi fees based on that.. just to justify his eagerness.
"I know what you are.. Un mystere (a mystery).. that's it.."
"No" laughingly I said.
"Un ecrivain?? (a writer)  He said as if he found a real answer.
"Not yet.  May be in 6 months, I will be able to say yes" I told him.

And I wondered.  Would it really be true? and in my heart, it felt far easier than I thought it would.

This conversation, light-hearted and childish as it is, keep revisiting me, as a soft souvenir from Paris.  The driver, as he told me afterwards, has been writing diaries for a loooong time.  "What a treasure". I told him.  Imagine documenting your life, with all the learnings within the pain and all the joys within your days..

And again, I felt grateful for the blog and all the realizations it has opened to me.  I do not like advice.  I, actually, hate them.  But I would tell you to consider journaling, if you like writing, for it is like taking photos of all the special places.. no, of all the places.. of you growing up.. What a treasure indeed!

Been some time

It has been some time since I visited this blog. I have been writing on the other blog though and I have been travelling for business and for
diving..and going through ups and downs.

I haven't, however, forgotten the book. It hangs from my clothes like a drooling baby; or sometimes, I feel like a curse that will only be broken once the book walks cradled in my arms warmly touched by the sun.

The baby, though not fully cared for, was of course not silent.

Let me tell u. A couple of weeks ago, I met someone, a very nice and professional person who works in e- marketing. I met him for business consultation. The conversation, on its own accord, decided to drift to other things and there I was telling Moustafa about how I love writing and my dream book.
My "obstacle" logically speaking is that my blog wouldn't qualify as a book in Egypt because first: it was in English, 2nd: it was self help and deep sometimes and I am not sure of the size of the audience and 3rd: these are articles!!!! A book should look like a book.. Chapters and stuff and to me all things get intertwined and sometimes entangled and something about the organization of the chapters always locked me in.

His reply was a book written by a friend of his. Her name is Yusra Badr. She recently published a book and guess what? In Egypt, in English, chapters but like articles and deep!!

All my unfounded objections disappeared! And in their place came the word: possible!

I am reading her book "it's all in my head" and I find it simple, conversational, deep and intersting..some of her sentences stick in my head and I catch myself toying with them in my head in the car!

How many of our dreams are reluctantly moving in 1m sq. because of some stinky beliefs? I quote my 9-year old philospher (my son) : "everything is possible".

I quote the NLP presupposition which says that if someone else has done it, anyone can do it.

And God's willing you'll be seeing more of me on this blog :) keep checking and I promise to send you a book soon..