Writing is such a joy, don't you think? I bet that many of you have a dream that you want to come true. It is not hard nor is it impossible; Basically everyone can become an author if they want to. It's all about writing, which I'm about to tell you about.

I am not a professional. I've never published a book. I simply write and read and learn from those two. I want to tell you what I know, and hopefully, you'll want to start writing the best selling novel of 2023.

Guess what we're going to do now!

That's right, it's quiz time!

The question is: What is John doing in this photograph?

He is writing of course! And that is exactly what you should do. Remember the three W's from now on: Write, Write, Write. You need to train your brain. It's like playing guitar, if you use the guitar as an example. It takes practice and a lot of dedication to play the awesome solo in I Want You (She's So Heavy). The same goes for writing. Write every day, it doesn't matter if it's a short-story, a paragraph or perhaps a letter. It makes your brain work a little bit more, and you start thinking. You think about something and BAM! Suddenly you've written five pages without even knowing. If you write a lot, you get the chance to broaden your views, expand your vocabulary and spread your creative wings and fly! (I think I made a reference to Blackbird there). 

My point is that you cannot become an author without practicing. It is crucial that you write. For you can't just write a novel with only one sentence. You need to master the ability to see things with different eyes, explain objects and moments in a way that will make you unique and recognizable. A story needs to take the reader away to places only you can see, and maybe even make them shed a tear or smile in happiness. 

All that can only be achieved by practice.

Only you can decide whether you want to commit to it or not.

Really, how do normal people spend Christmas break? I bet that at least a few people sleep all day and party all night, especially during Christmas.

But for me, all I do is read. I've really read a lot the last couple of weeks. I've been on cloud 9 after I found out that the local library had East Of Eden (that I'm currently reading), and Giant (which I've been waiting for a long time now). I swear, after I read the first chapter of East Of Eden, I immediately fell in love with it. It's so well written and it really paints a picture of the Salinas Valley. After I finish reading, I'm posting a book review on it, so maybe you can read it too (if you want).

And to make this post less depressing, I realize now that I need to bring up some happy things, or else you'll crying. And this picture above this paragraph sums it all up in a nice way.

Ah John Lennon, you always make me laugh...

New years eve was a few days ago. Now we're slowly maneuvering ourselves in the scary decade called 1966.

I mean 2016!

Do you have any new years resolutions? Mine are:

1. 1. Going to Liverpool (♥).
2. 2. Learn to play the harmonica (because of John Lennon, y'know!). 

The harmonica one really needs to happen. I'm on the hunt for a cheap Hohner one in the key of C, because I read that it's best to start with a harmonica in that key. I'm looking around for tabs on songs like "Love Me Do" and "Little Child" etc, etc. I really hope I can learn it though, I've never blown a mouth organ in my entire lifetime!

But come on, Liverpool is irresistible. I've been planning that trip since December '14, if it doesn't happen this year, then what am I going to do?

I better look for a job before I'm screwed...  

I can't even begin. There's just something about them that drags you in. Words can't describe my love for these four men; John, Paul, George and Ringo. For young people in this generation, we'll never know or understand how it really was back then. Something that's quite ordinary today wasn't that usual fifty years ago. When The Beatles put their feet on American ground, they changed a whole generation. Just imagine - Thousands of girls chanting their names as they walked down the staircase with big smiles on their lips. Imagine being there. Imagine seeing something that the world never witnessed before. 

There are probably a dozen of videos on the internet of The Beatles performing in front of an audience. Even though you can barely hear them over the screaming girls, they still deliver a remarkable performance. You can see it on their faces that they are enjoying themselves. The smiles on their faces when they meet the crowd is priceless. But I feel so sorry for John: He could barely see anything without his glasses. 

But everything wasn't coming up roses. There were days when they felt miserable, unhappy about everything. They were getting tired of practically yelling out the words to their songs. No one seemed to care; All the girls seemed to care about was how they looked. It seemed like none of them payed attention to the songs they sang. It was in 1966 that they decided that they would stop touring and only work in the studio. It was a decision that was worth taking; Because how else would we hear songs like While My Guitar Gently Weeps, Across The Universe and Revolution, just to mention a few. 

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But the thing I'm most saddened by is the break-up. The tension was strong between them. In 1970, John ended the band just like he started it. They all went separate, and that was that. They each made great music alone, but I can't help but miss the relations. It somehow feels strange to see Paul or Ringo perform on their own. I've gotten so used to see them together; John with his black Rickenbacker, George with his Gretsch, Paul playing on his Höfner bass and Ringo drumming away on his drums. It's something in the way they stand, the way they sing, that makes a performance unforgettable. 

They might be just four lads from Liverpool, but they were four lads that changed everything on the very first drumbeat. Their music is timeless, and I know that it'll still be played fifty years from now. Just like Beethoven and Mozart are in every history book, The Beatles will too.

​He got his life taken on a cold December evening. Five bullets were released, one more killing than the other. He died at a hospital on December the 8th, 1980. The next day, people gathered around his apartment in New York and sang his songs, in loving memory of a lost friend.

And his name? 

His name was John Lennon.