Value Beyond Gold

Louisa Leontiades On Writing-General

Authors write. They also plot. Plan. Dream. Re-order. Edit. Craft. Most suffer rejection, time and again. Sometimes, just sometimes, they receive encouragement that their stories may be well received. That their life and work as an author is not wasted. Today was one of those days. Seventeen pages of signed and initialed legal jargon mean I feel as Neil Armstrong might have felt when he stepped out of Apollo 11.

The Blog is Dead, Long live the blog

Louisa Leontiades On Writing, On Writing-General

I believe it’s a measure of self-esteem to believe what you produce is worthwhile; but it’s a whole other level to demand money for it when so much writing out there is free. Yet last year I stopped writing for Huffington Post because they exploited millions of bloggers for their own gain. I don’t believe in exploiting others, so why would I let myself be exploited?

Anaïs and I

Louisa Leontiades On Writing, On Writing-General

Anaïs was a memoirist, like me. Who was all kinds of fucked up, like me. Who followed love and personal growth as if it were a extremist religion, like me. Who was riddled with self-doubt, was dedicated to the confusion of her psyche and who wrote about her deliberations compulsively, like me.

Flawed Public Figures

Louisa Leontiades On Writing, On Writing-General

How many of us believe that one person’s public persona or piece of writing can possibly encompass the totality of our humanity?

It turns out, we all do or at least we all want to, including me.

Hating my Book Babies

Louisa Leontiades On Writing, On Writing-General

I’ve never had any patience with the whole tortured artist thing. And now I am one. But as it turns out torture isn’t exactly the right word, it’s more like ‘itchy’ (but ‘the itchy artist’ doesn’t sound as good).