On Writing


It’s time I got serious about writing. To that end, I’ve set myself a goal to write a thousand words a day, every day throughout April. This is one of the key pieces of advice I got from Stephen King in his very approachable, part-biography and part-writing masterclass, On Writing.




Its the day after our return back to London and I am still in a state of being ‘fringed’: the heady mix of cultural nourishment and physical exhaustion that is the aftermath of trying to cram in as many shows as possible into far too little time. The Edinburgh Fringe has been a showcase of the performing arts every August since 1947 but it was the first time I had gone. There’s a carnival spirit across the old town in those weeks. Seekers of the novel and those seeking an audience struggle in a matchmaking exercise facilitated by small flyers and on-street performances. Hectic and jubilant, not even the endless stairs and heavy downpours can dampen the spirit with so much creativity on tap.

Learning to learn again


It was easy in the relaxed environment of a spa weekend get away to decide that I would begin a new phase of higher education. The excitement of exploring philosophy and classics, a passion I had from my teenage years onwards, didn’t take much effort to build. I was soon on the Open University (OU) website looking at modules and plotting a degree programme. Filling in the necessary forms to enrol and even ordering the books I would first read was wish fulfilment consumerism. All available with a few clicks. Then there would be the waiting until the course started in October. Could I maintain my enthusiasm that long? Would my feverish dreams fall by the wayside? I couldn’t help but recall, out of context, the parable of the Sower.

Essays and Stories by S. P. Razavi