Born Englishman, of Russian origin, I am French by education more than by descent. I grew up (in all senses of the verb) in France, in a family of women. I have attended school in Liberty, can not be created, public schools, secular and republican a provincial capital and conservative clerics.
Weighted few degrees (Law, English and Science Education), I exercise in my spare time academic positions, having dabbled and played - not without failures - trades. I
have long sensed that writing is about telling stories, not from the memories and even fewer memories of dreams, but dreams of memories.
write is to build dreams with memories. So if you must know to write dream, memories are also needed. For this, we must live. So I lived.
For years, a life. Love affairs, children, departures, large and small wounds, large and small joys, friends, books, days and nights. And for years, I've managed to accumulate debut, sketches, incipits stillborn, collections unfinished texts impossible.
I also read. It never reads too. Extending
wandering family, I speak, read and write five languages fluently, which, with the control more or less summary of half a dozen other verbiage, makes the trip.
now I share my time between Britain and Portugal, where I spend most of my last inactivity, preferably in the sun, my favorite addictions that are indistinct in the order of love, the sea and writing, which is probably not equipotent figures, seem, from the age of man, the only serious things the world.
Weighted few degrees (Law, English and Science Education), I exercise in my spare time academic positions, having dabbled and played - not without failures - trades. I
have long sensed that writing is about telling stories, not from the memories and even fewer memories of dreams, but dreams of memories.
write is to build dreams with memories. So if you must know to write dream, memories are also needed. For this, we must live. So I lived.
For years, a life. Love affairs, children, departures, large and small wounds, large and small joys, friends, books, days and nights. And for years, I've managed to accumulate debut, sketches, incipits stillborn, collections unfinished texts impossible.
I also read. It never reads too. Extending
wandering family, I speak, read and write five languages fluently, which, with the control more or less summary of half a dozen other verbiage, makes the trip.
now I share my time between Britain and Portugal, where I spend most of my last inactivity, preferably in the sun, my favorite addictions that are indistinct in the order of love, the sea and writing, which is probably not equipotent figures, seem, from the age of man, the only serious things the world.
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