Whispers come in the air. They fall upon you, wrap around you and seep into you in the strangest of ways. This section of the site is devoted to those many motes of cosmic dust that float around us at all times, just waiting to be breathed in and to inspire or enrage, lift up or bring crashing down. In essence, whispers are the pieces of the universe that we can sense.
A whisper can arrive through any channel, in any moment in time where you can feel the earth and the stars conversing, dreaming, shifting energies. A flash of light, an undefined smell, a newspaper article or a conversation. All can provide the sort of whispers that can change our lives, spin the world a slightly different axis or just make us feel something.
For a writer, whispers are particularly valuable. Most of us don’t approach the act of writing with a blueprint or a spreadsheet. Most go in to such a project with some vague ideas, some intentions for outcomes and perhaps with some characters taking shape. While these factors are in themselves often the progeny of whispers, any piece of writing is truly built on the whispers that we attract and can’t fail to be affected by.
Virus has a political theme, and the plot runs through issues of African aid, the politics of HIV, corporate greed and global power. As such, the whispers that appear here will likely orbit these factors. However, I am also working on a book on the PR industry, on the second Asher Fox story, and a book on personal growth. I write reviews, newspaper articles, haiku and I tweet. I blog on travel. I’m a dad and husband. A son and a brother. A friend. I’m active at my daughter’s school. I’m political, philosophical, connected to many threads. I read a lot. I watch lots of docos, movies and 24-hour news channels. I surf. In a variation of Descartes’ dictum, I am; therefore I think. I hear whispers everywhere that take me in all directions. They become the foundations for ideas, books and even life itself.
And you’ll read about them here.