I live in Mexico for 7 months each winter. I return to the same city, rent the same apartment and travel extensively with my Mexican friends. I've learned a few things about Mexico that should be shared with anyone travelling in Mexico during this current drug crisis.
1. If you are flying down to an all-inclusive, try to stay at your hotel and enjoy the amenities there. If you must visit a city or town nearby, go with a group of people (preferably with someone who is or speaks Spanish) and only travel during daylight hours. Also if you are caught travelling at night, stay on the major highways, and not the freeways that are extremely dangerous.
2. If you are driving in Mexico, don't have an expensive vehicle (such as a motorhome or luxury car). You will just attract attention to the fact that you are probably wealthy, compared to most Mexicans.
3. When driving, stick to the major highways (as above) and travel during the day. Full size pickups and vans are targets in many states because they look like Narco vehicles. If you happen to be driving through one of the more dangerous states: Guerrara, Michocan, Jalisco or many of the US border states; driving one of these vehicles is like waving a red flag.
4. Renting apartments or houses in Mexico requires some close analysis before you make your decision. Mexico is not anything like the USA or Canada. If you don't have big walls with barbed wire or electrical fences, you will more than likely get robbed. Many cities like Lake Chapala have many Americans and Canadians living in them, and their homes are about as secure as their places back home. Not at all.
5. It is important to choose a safe location to live in also. Many neighborhoods may have houses that look safe, but if you happen to need juice or something else at the corner grocery, it can be dangerous just going outside. I live in a large neighborhood with 24 hour security at all entrances, and my cul-de-sac has 24 hour guards at our 20 foot gate. Our house inside is surrounded by 15 foot walls with thorns on top. Kind of like living in a prison, but at least I can sleep at night.
6. Anytime you go out shopping, don't wear flashy jewelry or anything else advertising the fact that you have more money than the residents. I drive a 1999 Pontiac Sunfire in Mexico and blend right in with the locals. I only wear nice watches or clothes when going to a special function, and do not walk around town in this attire.
7. When withdrawing money from bank machines, I try to always have a friend with me to keep watch. Fortunately my bank only lets me take out so much a day, and if I did get robbed, it would only hurt a little. Oh, and make sure that if someone is robbing you, give them your money and anything else they ask for. Most are armed and will kill you in an instant if you don't comply with their demands.
8. If you plan on spending any amount of time in Mexico, learn Spanish. Not only will it allow you to communicate with the local residents and buy your groceries and other items easily, it will give you the advantage of knowing what someone may be saying about you nearby. If a couple of guys are standing nearby and talking about robbing you, knowing Spanish may save you.
9. Get a cheap Mexican telephone and keep it charged with pesos. Texting in Mexico, from one Mexican phone to another, is cheap (1 or 2 pesos for an outgoing text, and free for incoming). The emergency number in Mexico is not 911, but is 066. Of course, you'll probably have to speak Spanish, and well, hopefully the police actually respond.
10. So, because we are all considered to be rich visitors, we should do our best to downplay this perception. I have spent years trying to convince my Mexican friends that I am not rich, with little success. They feel that if we can travel to Mexico each year, and rent a nice house/apartment and apparently not do any work at all, we have to be rich. In their eyes, I guess we are.
So, don't wear expensive clothes or wear flashy jewelry, don't drive luxury cars, travel only during the day whenever possible, stick to the major highways, rent only secure houses/apartments in secure neighborhoods, and try to stay out of the dangerous Mexican states. Watch your back at all times, and you should be alright. Or you can do what a lot of people suggest - stay out of Mexico. But sorry, I love the people, the food and the winter climate for to much to follow that advice.
Monday, November 30, 2015
Monday, November 23, 2015
Renting houses and apartments in Mexico.
I have been spending cold Canadian winters (well, not so cold on Vancouver Island) in Mexico for 5 years now, and was fortunate enough to find a fantastic place to live and probably one of the best landlords, and now friends, in the country.
My first visit was funny because I was asked by the landlord to sign his rental agreement, all in Spanish, which I didn't understand in the least. A friend, who was 15 years old at the time, tried to translate it for me, but a legal document is a little much for a teenager. Nevertheless, after the document was sort of explained to me, I signed.
Another thing the landlord required was for me to sign a number of promissory notes equal to the number of months I would be staying. After I paid the rent each month, one of the promissory notes would be returned to me. This was something the landlord did to protect himself in the event that I did damage to the apartment or created such a disturbance that he had to get rid of me. This was never required BTW.
My landlords father owns two homes in Lake Chapala which he rents also. In addition to the contract and the monthly promissory notes, they require the tenant to sign a very large promissory note to cover them in the event the tenant blows up the house or something similarly as drastic. Many tenants in Chapala are Canadian/American, and they feel threatened by these procedures. I must admit that if I didn't know the landlord personally, as I do now, I might be hesitant too.
Recently an American lady wanted to rent the house in Chapala, but had some concerns. I talked to her on the telephone and answered all of her questions. She later emailed me with more questions - which I answered. Yesterday, she emailed back with her decision to NOT take the house. Her reasons were not about the promissory notes or the contract. She was upset that a deposit was required by the landlord to hold the house for her (and stop other potential tenants from inspecting the premises), so that he could then fly to Chapala and make sure the house was perfectly ready for her.
She was upset that he had instructed her that, after flying to Chapala, if she no longer wanted the house, she would forfeit the deposit. She felt this was extremely unfair, and that he should cover all costs in the event that she backed out of the deal. She was also worried that she would commit to a 6 month lease (because it is a house and not an apartment), and that if she got sick and had to return to the USA prior to the 6 months ending, she would lose her security deposit.
The landlords previous tenant had also run into difficulties and had to leave early, but was not charged the security deposit. It is sad that this lady has decided to find other accommodations as she does not trust Mexican landlords. Too bad. She had actually found probably one of the best landlords in Mexico, but decided to try and find something better. Good luck.
My first visit was funny because I was asked by the landlord to sign his rental agreement, all in Spanish, which I didn't understand in the least. A friend, who was 15 years old at the time, tried to translate it for me, but a legal document is a little much for a teenager. Nevertheless, after the document was sort of explained to me, I signed.
Another thing the landlord required was for me to sign a number of promissory notes equal to the number of months I would be staying. After I paid the rent each month, one of the promissory notes would be returned to me. This was something the landlord did to protect himself in the event that I did damage to the apartment or created such a disturbance that he had to get rid of me. This was never required BTW.
My landlords father owns two homes in Lake Chapala which he rents also. In addition to the contract and the monthly promissory notes, they require the tenant to sign a very large promissory note to cover them in the event the tenant blows up the house or something similarly as drastic. Many tenants in Chapala are Canadian/American, and they feel threatened by these procedures. I must admit that if I didn't know the landlord personally, as I do now, I might be hesitant too.
Recently an American lady wanted to rent the house in Chapala, but had some concerns. I talked to her on the telephone and answered all of her questions. She later emailed me with more questions - which I answered. Yesterday, she emailed back with her decision to NOT take the house. Her reasons were not about the promissory notes or the contract. She was upset that a deposit was required by the landlord to hold the house for her (and stop other potential tenants from inspecting the premises), so that he could then fly to Chapala and make sure the house was perfectly ready for her.
She was upset that he had instructed her that, after flying to Chapala, if she no longer wanted the house, she would forfeit the deposit. She felt this was extremely unfair, and that he should cover all costs in the event that she backed out of the deal. She was also worried that she would commit to a 6 month lease (because it is a house and not an apartment), and that if she got sick and had to return to the USA prior to the 6 months ending, she would lose her security deposit.
The landlords previous tenant had also run into difficulties and had to leave early, but was not charged the security deposit. It is sad that this lady has decided to find other accommodations as she does not trust Mexican landlords. Too bad. She had actually found probably one of the best landlords in Mexico, but decided to try and find something better. Good luck.
Saturday, October 31, 2015
As our Western/European Governments allow more Muslim immigrants...
into our basically Christian countries, they expect these new residents to be unilaterally accepted into our culture. However, they tend to forget that there are many Muslim factions (ISIS, Al Queda, Boko Haram, etc) that have declared a jihad (war) on all Christian infidels and they intend to kill anyone who does not convert to Islam. There are now thousands of Muslims fleeing the problems in their own countries, and entering non-Muslim countries.
Our Canadian, American, German governments expect people to be able to immediately tell the difference between good Muslim and bad Muslim refugees and immigrants, and accept them as new residents and eventually even new citizens. Even though this new culture establishes itself in isolated areas of our cities and towns disallowing most Christians from entering, and even trying to establish their own system of laws based on the religion and atrocities they are apparently running away from.
I myself cannot tell if a person wearing a Naqib, is expressing some kind of newly-acquired religious freedom, or hiding some intended evil. When anyone walks around in public with their body and faced covered, particularly when that culture has declared war on me, I am supposed to automatically accept that they are the 'good Muslims' and not the bad ones?
I know that in the Christian faith, people are told that when attacked, turn the other cheek. I'm not really sure if Jesus meant to accept this religion into our countries and, one day, let them kill us all. I'm not sure if he meant to allow them to cry racism, and become elected officials to ultimately change our historical laws to coincide with their religion. I'm not sure if we are racist or prejudice, or if it is them. I find that the group that cries out 'racism' the loudest, are generally the racists themselves.
It is going to be interesting to see how this great Muslim Exodus plays out in the worlds immediate future. I must say, as a Christian, I am a little afraid when I see Muslims on our streets.
Our Canadian, American, German governments expect people to be able to immediately tell the difference between good Muslim and bad Muslim refugees and immigrants, and accept them as new residents and eventually even new citizens. Even though this new culture establishes itself in isolated areas of our cities and towns disallowing most Christians from entering, and even trying to establish their own system of laws based on the religion and atrocities they are apparently running away from.
I myself cannot tell if a person wearing a Naqib, is expressing some kind of newly-acquired religious freedom, or hiding some intended evil. When anyone walks around in public with their body and faced covered, particularly when that culture has declared war on me, I am supposed to automatically accept that they are the 'good Muslims' and not the bad ones?
I know that in the Christian faith, people are told that when attacked, turn the other cheek. I'm not really sure if Jesus meant to accept this religion into our countries and, one day, let them kill us all. I'm not sure if he meant to allow them to cry racism, and become elected officials to ultimately change our historical laws to coincide with their religion. I'm not sure if we are racist or prejudice, or if it is them. I find that the group that cries out 'racism' the loudest, are generally the racists themselves.
It is going to be interesting to see how this great Muslim Exodus plays out in the worlds immediate future. I must say, as a Christian, I am a little afraid when I see Muslims on our streets.
Saturday, October 24, 2015
To the new Canadian Government - here's what I, an average Canadian thinks...
1. Your decision to pull Canada out of Syria and the ISIS conflict is a good one. Most Canadians feel that Canada has been well respected by the world for it's 'Peacekeeping' role. Although, citizens do acknowledge that when threatened, Canadians can be a formidable foe.
2. Further, Canadians feel that their military are necessary, and put their lives in danger to protect us all. So treat them with respect, and ensure they are given the resources necessary to re-enter society after fighting in a conflict, and to retire with the dignity that they have rightly deserved.
3. Immediately deal with the First Nations issue across Canada. Hard working Canadians are tired of listening to the complaints of Aboriginal people. Most think that the money currently given to them is wasted, and just want this problem to be finally resolved. Today's generation wants everyone treated fairly.
4. It is time to start giving tax breaks to the poor and middle classes rather than the rich. At the same time, ensure that businesses pay their fair share also, while at the same time, balancing enticements to stimulate business in Canada.
5. Businesses that have the potential to adversely affect the environment must be monitored more closely to ensure they meet all regulatory criteria. If they break the law, they should no longer be allowed to continue business. Protection of the environment must come before profits.
6. Canada has always held it's door open to immigrants and refugees. On this note, however, with Muslims declaring war on Christians throughout the world, Muslim refugees must have even more extensive background checks performed before being allowed into Canada - a predominantly Christian country. Don't change our laws for the few.
7. If an immigrant/refugee is convicted of terrorism activities in Canada they are sent back to their country and all their rights in Canada are revoked. If their citizenship was based on a lie while taking the Oath, of course their citizenship should be revoked. Canadians born in Canada (or overseas to Canadian-born parents) are not required to take this oath, thus there ARE two levels of Citizenship in Canada.
8. Abolish the Senate. These posts are redundant and a waste of taxpayers money.
9. Change the entire pension system for elected officials to bring it in line with the pensions currently given to bureaucrats. Number of years service times 2% times an average of their best 5 years salary.
10. Lastly, revamp the entire election system so that we are led by people concerned with the welfare of Canadians, rather than lining their own pockets or representing the interests of their election contributors.
2. Further, Canadians feel that their military are necessary, and put their lives in danger to protect us all. So treat them with respect, and ensure they are given the resources necessary to re-enter society after fighting in a conflict, and to retire with the dignity that they have rightly deserved.
3. Immediately deal with the First Nations issue across Canada. Hard working Canadians are tired of listening to the complaints of Aboriginal people. Most think that the money currently given to them is wasted, and just want this problem to be finally resolved. Today's generation wants everyone treated fairly.
4. It is time to start giving tax breaks to the poor and middle classes rather than the rich. At the same time, ensure that businesses pay their fair share also, while at the same time, balancing enticements to stimulate business in Canada.
5. Businesses that have the potential to adversely affect the environment must be monitored more closely to ensure they meet all regulatory criteria. If they break the law, they should no longer be allowed to continue business. Protection of the environment must come before profits.
6. Canada has always held it's door open to immigrants and refugees. On this note, however, with Muslims declaring war on Christians throughout the world, Muslim refugees must have even more extensive background checks performed before being allowed into Canada - a predominantly Christian country. Don't change our laws for the few.
7. If an immigrant/refugee is convicted of terrorism activities in Canada they are sent back to their country and all their rights in Canada are revoked. If their citizenship was based on a lie while taking the Oath, of course their citizenship should be revoked. Canadians born in Canada (or overseas to Canadian-born parents) are not required to take this oath, thus there ARE two levels of Citizenship in Canada.
8. Abolish the Senate. These posts are redundant and a waste of taxpayers money.
9. Change the entire pension system for elected officials to bring it in line with the pensions currently given to bureaucrats. Number of years service times 2% times an average of their best 5 years salary.
10. Lastly, revamp the entire election system so that we are led by people concerned with the welfare of Canadians, rather than lining their own pockets or representing the interests of their election contributors.
Wednesday, October 14, 2015
10 Benefits of Converting to Islam....
1. You DON'T have to follow any man-made laws, only the Quran.
2. You can rape, torture and kill any non-Muslim, and still be one of the chosen people.
3. Martyrdom automatically gets you 72 virgins and to the front of the line into paradise if you are male; but all Muslim males will receive this gift nonetheless.
4. You are part of the select group that will be saved at the End of The World.
5. You get to lie, cheat, steal and murder without judgement, while waging jihad on infidels.
6. You get to shoot neat guns and blow things/people up.
7. You get to wear cool clothes like the hijab, niqab and burka if you are a woman, and be dominated (sorry, cared for) by Muslim males. Also, if you do not wear the required clothing, you are eligible for a free rape, or if really lucky, a stoning or bullet in the head.
8. Women and men alike can have sex whenever they like, as long as it is not in public, and they are expected to breed like rabbits.
9. You get to chop peoples heads off and make cool videos of these events.
10. And, you only have to pray 5 times a day to qualify for all of these wonderful benefits.
2. You can rape, torture and kill any non-Muslim, and still be one of the chosen people.
3. Martyrdom automatically gets you 72 virgins and to the front of the line into paradise if you are male; but all Muslim males will receive this gift nonetheless.
4. You are part of the select group that will be saved at the End of The World.
5. You get to lie, cheat, steal and murder without judgement, while waging jihad on infidels.
6. You get to shoot neat guns and blow things/people up.
7. You get to wear cool clothes like the hijab, niqab and burka if you are a woman, and be dominated (sorry, cared for) by Muslim males. Also, if you do not wear the required clothing, you are eligible for a free rape, or if really lucky, a stoning or bullet in the head.
8. Women and men alike can have sex whenever they like, as long as it is not in public, and they are expected to breed like rabbits.
9. You get to chop peoples heads off and make cool videos of these events.
10. And, you only have to pray 5 times a day to qualify for all of these wonderful benefits.
Surgeons....
I recently required an incisional hernia repair in Port Alberni. Of course, I went to Dr. Ferguson's office, my surgeon that had performed the previous two hernia surgeries 12 years ago (which ultimately caused this new hernia). He is a surgeon with an excellent reputation, but obviously, even his surgeries are not perfect - or maybe it was just my body getting older and starting to break down.
Because this surgeon is quite busy and almost ready to retire, I was transferred to his associate, a relatively new and young female surgeon. I found her very straightforward and told me that I should definitely have the surgery before leaving for Mexico in two weeks. I agreed, and did not want to explode while living in a 3rd World country. We scheduled the operation for about two weeks before my flight. We both felt that this would give me just enough time to heal for traveling, but unfortunately not enough to lift heavy bags. I made these arrangements with the airline.
The day of the operation, which is a traumatic enough day as it is, I arrived at the hospital only to be told that my surgeon was in the operating room with an emergency patient. Would I mind waiting about 4 days and postponing my operation until Monday? What could I say, someone may be dying in the operating room as we speak. I said sure, and spent the weekend trying to mentally prepare myself to be cut open on purpose.
The day of the surgery was as good as could be expected, and everyone treated me kindly and with respect - answering all my questions. When I awoke in recovery, I felt relatively fine, and the nurse told me that everything was successful, and I could go home after the doctor inspected me and I went to the washroom. I used the washroom and changed, and my son from Nanaimo took me to my old house in Port Alberni (being purchased by my second son), to recuperate for at least the next day or two.
Once I got settled on the couch and we started watching movies, I started drinking lots of water. We had purchased T3's in case I needed them, but once I came off the anesthetic, I only required regular Tylenol. This was about 2 PM, and my younger son came near the couch where I was trying to relax, and he asked where the blood on my sweatshirt had come from. I pulled up my shirt and noticed that the inside of it was covered in blood, and so were my track pants.
Off to emergency. I almost passed out while giving information to the receptionist (telling her I was not on any blood thinners), and was rushed into a bed. The doctor on duty asked me what had happened and I explained that I had surgery that morning by Dr. Vanderputten, and the incision had now started to bleed badly. He told me she was still in the hospital and he would page her. Meanwhile, he pushed around the incision area after removing the gauze and bandages covering the wound, and could not get the blood to flow again. The the surgeon arrived and did the same. She was in two minds about whether she should open me back up, or re-cover the incision and send me home to relax.
She decided on the latter, and back home we went. Within a half hour of laying on the couch, I again started bleeding. Back to emergency to check in again, this time bleeding all over the hospital floor. In emergency, my surgeon immediately came in and called the male nurse (Daniel I believe) and decided they would have to open me back up and see what the problem was. Because I had eaten, they decided to do a local anesthetic and re-open the wound right there in emergency. I was scared, but had to get this fixed. Anyway, after being cut open again, she could find nothing wrong with her surgery. She asked me about blood thinners I think, but I said no again.
I was stitched and bandaged up again and sent home, everyone scratching their heads. After lying on the couch again, I noticed some minor bleeding, but decided to dab it with paper towel until it hopefully stopped. It did stop in about a half hour, and my decision was to then lay still for as long as possible and try to fall asleep. Hopefully I wouldn't quietly bleed to death during the night without my son even noticing. My oldest son returned to his home in Nanaimo and said he would call to check on me the next day.
I survived the night, and the bleeding completely stopped. I decided to do a search on the internet about natural blood thinners the next day, and discovered that I had been taking a natural blood thinner for the past few days. Because my family has a problem with kidney stones, my daughter had discovered that apple cider vinegar, in small doses, dissolved these stones. I had been taking a few teaspoons of this for about a week before my surgery. Smart.
Anyway, the point of my story is that I also went online to see if I could find any information about my surgeon. I did, and most of it was negative. Some saying she was uncaring, others saying that she was inexperienced and even bordering incompetent. I had to disagree, and feel she was extremely professional and caring at the same time. She was as perplexed as I was about the bleeding, but she did everything she could to discover the problem, while at the same time, trying to ensure I was OK. Both she and Daniel were the best as far as I was concerned.
Any surgeon that operates on me must first be competent and professional. I don't need to be treated with kid gloves and definitely don't care about their bedside manner. It is the results of the operation that I am interested in. This surgeon was great, and possessed all the traits that I require and I have the utmost respect for good surgeons. I can't imagine what it would be like to cut someone open. Every body is different as well as the problems these bodies encounter, and performing this myriad of surgeries must be difficult and challenging at the same time. One month later - everything is healing great. Thanks.
Because this surgeon is quite busy and almost ready to retire, I was transferred to his associate, a relatively new and young female surgeon. I found her very straightforward and told me that I should definitely have the surgery before leaving for Mexico in two weeks. I agreed, and did not want to explode while living in a 3rd World country. We scheduled the operation for about two weeks before my flight. We both felt that this would give me just enough time to heal for traveling, but unfortunately not enough to lift heavy bags. I made these arrangements with the airline.
The day of the operation, which is a traumatic enough day as it is, I arrived at the hospital only to be told that my surgeon was in the operating room with an emergency patient. Would I mind waiting about 4 days and postponing my operation until Monday? What could I say, someone may be dying in the operating room as we speak. I said sure, and spent the weekend trying to mentally prepare myself to be cut open on purpose.
The day of the surgery was as good as could be expected, and everyone treated me kindly and with respect - answering all my questions. When I awoke in recovery, I felt relatively fine, and the nurse told me that everything was successful, and I could go home after the doctor inspected me and I went to the washroom. I used the washroom and changed, and my son from Nanaimo took me to my old house in Port Alberni (being purchased by my second son), to recuperate for at least the next day or two.
Once I got settled on the couch and we started watching movies, I started drinking lots of water. We had purchased T3's in case I needed them, but once I came off the anesthetic, I only required regular Tylenol. This was about 2 PM, and my younger son came near the couch where I was trying to relax, and he asked where the blood on my sweatshirt had come from. I pulled up my shirt and noticed that the inside of it was covered in blood, and so were my track pants.
Off to emergency. I almost passed out while giving information to the receptionist (telling her I was not on any blood thinners), and was rushed into a bed. The doctor on duty asked me what had happened and I explained that I had surgery that morning by Dr. Vanderputten, and the incision had now started to bleed badly. He told me she was still in the hospital and he would page her. Meanwhile, he pushed around the incision area after removing the gauze and bandages covering the wound, and could not get the blood to flow again. The the surgeon arrived and did the same. She was in two minds about whether she should open me back up, or re-cover the incision and send me home to relax.
She decided on the latter, and back home we went. Within a half hour of laying on the couch, I again started bleeding. Back to emergency to check in again, this time bleeding all over the hospital floor. In emergency, my surgeon immediately came in and called the male nurse (Daniel I believe) and decided they would have to open me back up and see what the problem was. Because I had eaten, they decided to do a local anesthetic and re-open the wound right there in emergency. I was scared, but had to get this fixed. Anyway, after being cut open again, she could find nothing wrong with her surgery. She asked me about blood thinners I think, but I said no again.
I was stitched and bandaged up again and sent home, everyone scratching their heads. After lying on the couch again, I noticed some minor bleeding, but decided to dab it with paper towel until it hopefully stopped. It did stop in about a half hour, and my decision was to then lay still for as long as possible and try to fall asleep. Hopefully I wouldn't quietly bleed to death during the night without my son even noticing. My oldest son returned to his home in Nanaimo and said he would call to check on me the next day.
I survived the night, and the bleeding completely stopped. I decided to do a search on the internet about natural blood thinners the next day, and discovered that I had been taking a natural blood thinner for the past few days. Because my family has a problem with kidney stones, my daughter had discovered that apple cider vinegar, in small doses, dissolved these stones. I had been taking a few teaspoons of this for about a week before my surgery. Smart.
Anyway, the point of my story is that I also went online to see if I could find any information about my surgeon. I did, and most of it was negative. Some saying she was uncaring, others saying that she was inexperienced and even bordering incompetent. I had to disagree, and feel she was extremely professional and caring at the same time. She was as perplexed as I was about the bleeding, but she did everything she could to discover the problem, while at the same time, trying to ensure I was OK. Both she and Daniel were the best as far as I was concerned.
Any surgeon that operates on me must first be competent and professional. I don't need to be treated with kid gloves and definitely don't care about their bedside manner. It is the results of the operation that I am interested in. This surgeon was great, and possessed all the traits that I require and I have the utmost respect for good surgeons. I can't imagine what it would be like to cut someone open. Every body is different as well as the problems these bodies encounter, and performing this myriad of surgeries must be difficult and challenging at the same time. One month later - everything is healing great. Thanks.
Monday, September 14, 2015
What kind of writer are you? The Novelist
The Novelist - now this is a true writer in my book. It is also what I aspire to be one day.
The novelist takes and idea, or a group of ideas based on either fact or fiction, and creates a story that allows the reader to drift off into another world. When written well, the novel keeps you turning pages one after the other, to find out what happens next.
The novel, in many cases, can be the foundation for almost all other forms of writing. Many screenplays, plays and movies originate from novels. Novelists, like many other writers, spend much of their time hidden away in a secluded spot to create these marvelous works. They don't come out to play often, but when they do, they are usually the quiet ones that may appear somewhat antisocial. They may have a better relationship with their characters than they do with the real world.
However, once you peel away the protective layers of the novelist, you will find some of the most thoughtful and intelligent people hidden underneath that you will ever meet. If only one day I can become a true novelist. BTW, this is the final chapter on the various types of writers.
The novelist takes and idea, or a group of ideas based on either fact or fiction, and creates a story that allows the reader to drift off into another world. When written well, the novel keeps you turning pages one after the other, to find out what happens next.
The novel, in many cases, can be the foundation for almost all other forms of writing. Many screenplays, plays and movies originate from novels. Novelists, like many other writers, spend much of their time hidden away in a secluded spot to create these marvelous works. They don't come out to play often, but when they do, they are usually the quiet ones that may appear somewhat antisocial. They may have a better relationship with their characters than they do with the real world.
However, once you peel away the protective layers of the novelist, you will find some of the most thoughtful and intelligent people hidden underneath that you will ever meet. If only one day I can become a true novelist. BTW, this is the final chapter on the various types of writers.
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