Dört gün önce en sevdiğim yazarlardan biri olan Ray Douglas Bradbury’nin doğum günüydü. Bir zamanlar varlığıyla dünyayı onurlandırıp...

Four days ago was the birthday of one of my favourite writers, Ray Douglas Bradbury. I am grateful that he once honoured the world with his presence and lived the writing profession to the full. I didn't grow up with his stories, but I grew, enjoyed and developed with them. He was a man with a spirit that was said to be childlike . He would even organise activities such as magic shows for the children around him. He would also share some of the toys he had in abundance in the

Özellikle son bir yıldır kafamı işgal eden düşüncelerin büyük çoğunluğu, üzerinde uğraştıklarım oluyor. Yapmak için vakit ayırdığım ve...

Especially in the last year, most of the thoughts that occupy my mind are the ones I have been working on. As I am guided by the endeavours I take the time to do and enjoy, I feel the need to question their quality. “How good am I at what I am doing?” For a few days now, my friends and I have been discussing contemporary art. This is the name given to works of art and craft that are considered to be the best representatives of modernity. At least that's the logic behind it, b

Yarın ölümünün üstünden 78 yıl geçecek olan Herbert George Wells, o meşhur kitabında bir kuyruklu yıldızı ele almıştı ancak bu Perseid...

Herbert George Wells, whose 78th death anniversary will be commemorate tomorrow, dealt with a comet in his famous book, but it was not Perseid. Moreover, as I pointed out last year, Perseid is a celestial event that we can call the "remnant" of a comet. It is a meteor shower. Imagine you are driving down a dirt road and there is a vehicle in front of you. That is a comet. The dust from its wheels hits your windscreen and leaves a trail and you have to drive through it. This s

Bugün önceden yazmış olduğum bir hikayeyi tekrar okurken daha fazla dikkat kesildiğimi fark ettim. Zor olsa da eleştirel bir gözle...

Today I realised that I paid more attention when I reread a story I had already written. I found myself trying to look at it with a critical eye, even though it was difficult. I tried to observe whether I had made the narrative strong and appropriate. Although I mostly used it where it was appropriate in this story, there is one literary tool that needs to be fully established in my mind in general. Imagery. Although it has a very basic meaning, this concept does not only con