happens to those who read very well and I, as a great fool, there are waterfalls in full.
one day get a book a bit 'special and do not know what is special until you start to read it. Lunges in the history page after page, will be pulled down' plot, the characters upset and called to testify for heinous crimes. You've seen it all, you followed the scene and you know how the events went. Then you realize, just as I understand it: you've found the right book at the right time, at that time of life - it happened to me around ten years - when you realize that words can actually change your life. Who does not know the law and therefore can not be forgiven, even if he should be granted the indulgence with a little 'because of arrogance, yes, a bit more than you are.
Then read on, I continued to read, and I realized something else. The words of others can be extremely beautiful, but after all, are not enough. Words are not enough for me ever and the stories are like words, I'm not satisfied, they always want more.
So I decided that despite some writers were able to recount situations close to me or storyline, their words remained. So I have not taken more than words, or rather, I have not wanted to receive the same way. I opted for a cocky, what she can do everything, what I presume to do things better than others.
I took a sheet completely white to give my own version of the facts, use my words and tell my stories. They were born so many characters, some I have come to knock on the door, others are due to go out and go and look for someone and found himself embroiled in issues that concerned him, the only hope to get away from me as soon as possible. To me that I found.
If there is a particular effect that the characters repercussions on the person who writes, is to make a traveler between two dimensions. The reality and imagination are quite thin and precarious boundaries, I realized when I started to believe that certain characters were not just characters, but real friends, fellow meat-and-ink that accompany me everywhere.
are affecting attendance and sometimes taught to juggle the problems of the world that you believe is real. In fact, the first task of these characters so noisy it was therapeutic. They gave me strength, support and passion.
Then, when certain figures stand or stop being a simple projection of what we want to be and that in fact we are not, you start to approach the mold of "professional", which means a contribution to professional the creation of history more controlled and channeled towards exploring more technical and precise.
It took me a long time to take the next step, I was convinced that my books were the works that would revolutionize the world, gathered acclaim and climbed the charts. In reality they were just monsters, but monsters that profits could ever meet. They had not only observed from under the bed as the black man, had gone out and showed me everything that a book should not be.
As I walked to the stage "professional", I learned that the story must be consistent and not just throw it down on paper the ideas that are trapped in the brain. Should observe, study, follow the various branches and then lay them in a credible context that can support them.
What then I was unlucky because the ideas, unlike the characters, never reached voluntarily and is the cause for which I feel bad when I hear people talk about inspiration. With the haughty attitude of those who makes things better than others, I have always believed that the inspiration was the excuse of the lazy, those who justify their inconsistency in writing with the absence or presence of inspiration.
Sure, there are pictures, songs and other stories that will inspire them to act with an additional edge, but you can not just wait for inspiration. It must be grasped with arrogance.
usually do not expect any idea, I prefer to spend some time looking for that idea myself, since I am the only source of inspiration. Do not look, I call.
and entered the second phase, professionalism, and I was further immersed in the pleasure of writing, but managed to earn the minimum distance that guarantees the texture of a logical and stable history.
If someone asks me why I write, the answer is a bit simpler: the myths that I had escorted me in times of need and enlightened when I thought that a book not have any power. I have destroyed those myths in the hope of writing different stories and now cultivate the dream, surely ridiculous and absurd, I can be that myth. Giving to others and show my illusion that even if they make their strike.
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