Duh! How ’bout at the beginning…
My story starts in Cyprus, in the previous millennium, when – in elementary school – my teachers said that I had a gift for “writing compositions.”
I call it genetics.
I come from writer stock, you see. I was raised in a home that looked like a library and felt like a centre for artists, intellectuals, academics, thespians, spiritual seekers. Dad is the renowned Cypriot novelist and playwright Panos Ioannides, Mom wrote professionally as a radio producer, her sister Avra Katsouri is an amazing poet, one grandma was a teacher, and the other an avid reader.
We all had books on the brain and ink for blood. As a result, my brother, now an award-winning publisher, and I ended up in the writing racket — forever racking our brains for words. A Sisyphean labour it may be, but doing something other than was never an option for me. The sins of the father are passed on indeed! And so, I write.
In this blog about nothing in particular, I will share musings — some hot off my mind’s press, some published, some unpublished. Short stories, narrations, articles, reviews, scribblings about anything that sets my wheels in motion…
Net-surfers, plunge into the depths of my mind, if you dare. You may be amused or saddened, surprised or shocked by all that swims around in there. (Noticed how I made that rhyme?)
Written by Irena Joannides