Many many years ago, when I thought joining two odd words with each other would sound very cool, Slyfish emerged as my pseudo name. Over the years, I have embodied whatever the term sly-fish means.

 

I was never just a screenwriter, and years before I got the hang of making films, I would sit quietly in my mother's office after school, scribbling bizarre stories into small notebooks. The older I grew, and the more my reading leaned towards non-fiction, my writing, too, changed from only fictional stories to stories from my own life.

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Slyfish allowed me to write the thoughts I could not speak, make my observations about the world, and find something oddly therepeutic and rewarding in dropping my jumbled thoughts into a blog that serves now more as a memory of my life from the time I was writing in, than just a bank of words stuffed together.

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Of all the work I do, my blog is my most personal and for the same reasons, my most special. Nothing would give me more joy than you taking a peek at it, or devouring it, you pick.

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