Post by account_disabled on Dec 7, 2023 4:24:18 GMT
Little by little your hands started to itch again, your mind to elaborate and you find yourself with the desire to tell a story, to venture into a reality that is outside the heavy one in which you live, where you have never found yourself, like a puzzle piece that doesn't fit together. But you discover that you fit perfectly into the worlds you create, perhaps because the writer unconsciously pours not only himself, but also his personal universe into his writing. And because everything he says is what he sees and what has left an impression on him.
And so we return to writing, to create Phone Number Data stories, connections with other written stories. And you discover that writing has never been so good and that perhaps the break was needed. However, nothing has changed in your life, in fact something has even gotten worse, but perhaps writing helps you not to think, whereas before I was convinced that it was thoughts that inhibited writing. Pour what's inside you onto paper, write as if it were an outburst, but in the form of a narrative. Imprint thoughts, disappointments, pain, bitterness, worries in the stories you write. Perhaps it lies in this reading of the writer: imagining that that story represents a part of him, perhaps just a hint. Impossible to trace in the story and perhaps it's for the best. It is only important that it is present.
Ultimately, that is the eternity of a writer. I therefore return to write a story for the blog, Cloud Hunters , and a longer one for my first experiment in self-publishing, with a title already decided but not disclosed. We go back to writing and who knows how it will go, not for sales, personally I don't care, I'm putting it up for sale to see how many will be willing to spend 99 cents to read me. But there's time for that. Now we need to write, now that the desire has returned, also because you don't know how long you'll still be here, busting other people's pockets, so the sooner you publish the better. Now it's time to write, to discover how vast the world I created is. To get to know those who live there. And to understand what part I will have in that world.
And so we return to writing, to create Phone Number Data stories, connections with other written stories. And you discover that writing has never been so good and that perhaps the break was needed. However, nothing has changed in your life, in fact something has even gotten worse, but perhaps writing helps you not to think, whereas before I was convinced that it was thoughts that inhibited writing. Pour what's inside you onto paper, write as if it were an outburst, but in the form of a narrative. Imprint thoughts, disappointments, pain, bitterness, worries in the stories you write. Perhaps it lies in this reading of the writer: imagining that that story represents a part of him, perhaps just a hint. Impossible to trace in the story and perhaps it's for the best. It is only important that it is present.
Ultimately, that is the eternity of a writer. I therefore return to write a story for the blog, Cloud Hunters , and a longer one for my first experiment in self-publishing, with a title already decided but not disclosed. We go back to writing and who knows how it will go, not for sales, personally I don't care, I'm putting it up for sale to see how many will be willing to spend 99 cents to read me. But there's time for that. Now we need to write, now that the desire has returned, also because you don't know how long you'll still be here, busting other people's pockets, so the sooner you publish the better. Now it's time to write, to discover how vast the world I created is. To get to know those who live there. And to understand what part I will have in that world.