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"Some memories shape what is to come. others undo who we've been"
It’s been a while since I posted here, and this time I have strong excuses. I have been busy at work, training for a marathon, breaking my shoulder (that’s a tale for another time) and writing not one, but two books. Yes. Two books at the same time. I did not do it on purpose,…
A few weeks ago, I added another number to my age — which means I’ve grown, at least arithmetically. But does that mean I’ve grown wiser, too? Hard to say on either count. Each passing year brings physical and mental changes — new aches, new thoughts, new memories — but not necessarily self-change. What I…
There’s something strikingly reassuring about stepping into a bookshop. I suppose it’s the comfort of knowing you will be surrounded by one of your favourite things in the world – if there ever is a dog bar and bookshop – that’ll be my all-time treasured place. It might also be the feeling that, knowing there’s…
People ask me this question often. I suppose it makes sense — we’ve lived in many places over the years, so curiosity follows. Usually, the question comes as a gentler way of asking, “Where are you from?” or the more direct, “Where were you born?” But is “Where is home?” really a synonym for either…
If you walk through any park in Spain — I usually find myself in El Retiro with my dogs — you’ll always spot someone on a bench or sitting on the grass, completely absorbed in a book. Take the underground, and you’ll see several commuters spending time in pages, whether seated or standing. Reading is…
It’s often said that in order to be a writer, one must make himself a reader. In essence, I think that’s a true statement – but in reality I feel I am a reader and a writer, sometimes they come as a bundle, but more often than not, I am one or the other. In…
There’s something about a writing deadline that gives you sudden, sharp focus. I think it’s the knowledge that you have a limited number of days, hours, and minutes to make the words as perfect as they can be. These deadlines come in all shapes and sizes. It might be your editor waiting for the text;…
The sun has been relentless and unforgiving this June across Europe. Living in Madrid, I haven’t escaped its punishment — nor have my dogs, who now get their playing time early in the morning and very late at night. In between, they live in an eternal siesta lull, broken only by a quick bathroom break…
When talking about my English debut novel, an editor recently asked me, “I would love to know what inspired the storyline?” The answer came to me almost instantly. “I’ve always been fascinated by memory and its role in shaping identity. I believe our memories define us more than our personality traits or quirks. The novel…
David Cuen 