writing in Spain

is survival of the fittest. I always refused to suffer like some people think artists have to. But unintentional it did happen all the same. I rented a house in Spain, lovely situated and very quiet… but the weather gods didn’t hear my prayers. So I had to write with my gloves on in the morning, cut wood in the afternoon to heat up, and fall asleep next to the fireplace at night.

But I worked like hell and finished all I had planned to do, rewriting parts of my book and finishing the whole set-up for the Bollywood film.

In the meantime my producers and casting director went on with the Melody – The Bird Can’t Fly film. More about that later.