Engulfed by an influx of emails, he realizes there’s much to articulate. Dispelling a prevalent myth, he never saw himself as a writer at first. Initially drawn to historical journalism, he aspired to document cultures. But reality altered his trajectory. Now, after crafting numerous books, he begrudgingly accepts the label. It was never his intention; he merely sought to fill the void between jobs, constructing worlds for others to explore. A friend’s reminder of his prolific output forced him to confront his identity. Reluctantly, he acknowledges that he has become what he once dismissed: a writer.

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