Nick Speaks From Sri Lanka

I’ve written in journals for past 12 years from interesting and sometimes dangerous third world countries. I’ll be sharing these thoughts on nickspeak.

The first one will come from Sri Lanka  (aka Ceylon) that beautiful island nation floating like a tear-drop in the Indian Ocean just off the southern tip of East India.

The country is predominantly Sinhalese Buddhist. There is a small population of Tamil Hindu’s that immigrated from East India to the North Western coast.

Known for their plantation economy, it is generally accepted, though arguably, that Ceylon teas and cinnamon are the best in the world.

I spent 4 mos there in 2004 working with coir (coconut) fiber, spice and tea plantation owners.They  required  supply chain enhancement and improved marketing skills.  I’ll describe  the plantations, tea tasting houses and the fascinating  systems ufor harvesting cinnamon and coconut fibers.

We created sales & marketing cooperatives enabling farmers to leverage their strengths collectively while minimizing their weaknesses as small individual landowners.

My story will follow in days to come.

Stay tuned!

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Who Is Nick Hahn?

Early 1970's
Early 1970’s

I’ve been asked what demons must haunt a septuagenarian for him to think he could begin a writing career at this hallowed point in his life? Good question and maybe Hugh MacLeod has the best answer:

““Everyone is born creative; everyone is given a box of crayons in kindergarten. Then when you hit puberty they take the crayons away and replace them with dry, uninspiring books on algebra, history, etc. Being suddenly hit years later with the ‘creative bug’ is just a wee voice telling you, ‘I’d like my crayons back, please.” 
― Hugh MacLeod,

Yes, thank you, I want my crayons back.

In prep school and university all I ever wanted to do was write. Like others before me the Americans Faulkner, Hemingway and  Fitzgerald dominated my thoughts until the great Irish, English and Russian authors took center stage in my life,

I would be another Hemingway, right, the Pulitzer Prize winner. That macho icon of American letters. He loved manly pursuits in bullrings, fishing boats, big game hunts and, of course, the bedrooms that surrounded those.

I met Hemingway in 1961 shortly before he committed suicide . I was traveling for a women’s apparel company selling skirts and matching sweaters to small retailers in the North West. I was in the bar (my usual location in those days) of the  Sun Valley Lodge in Ketchum, Idaho. Hemingway had a home there and was a regular at the lodge. The bartender told me Hemingway would be in later that evening as was his habit. I waited, it was about 10:30 Mountain Time, the bartender was a man of his word and introduced us.

The great man barely said hello to this kid suffering from hero worship. He probably wondered if I was old enough to drink. He turned back to his scotch, double, straight up, no ice and ignored me.

It was just months later that he took his own life with a shotgun. He had lost much of the virility that had sustained him over the years, at 61 he couldn’t bear the thought of not being the man he once was.

The 1950’s and 60’s were a romantic period in my life. All I thought about was becoming a celebrity author and emulating the best sellers in both writing and, of course, lifestyle. I would fantasize about the Algonquin Round Table in NY where Dorothy Parker, George Kaufman,  Harold Ross et al  would hold court and drink themselves into a creative milieu that more often than not only they understood!

Those were heydays for the great American writers and their romanticized way of life.

My god, how I wanted that, still do.

(will continue this odyssey in days to come, stay tuned) 

NICKSPEAK

My new blog where I’ll be posting news, reviews and original content on narrating and writing.

Here you will experience Nick’s intuition and loves for all that is creative and wonderful.

I’ll be posting excerpts from my new book: UNDER THE SKIN, due out later this year and passages from a new short story I’m working on: DRONE, a dark and exciting tale about a female agent working for Interpol, the international investigative group tracking the global supply chain for human trafficking~ informative and frightening, stay tuned.

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