Dear Steemian,..
Have you ever cried when you killed someone in your novel? ..
Have you ever been isolated from everyone and cut off from writing because none of the characters of your novel got him hated in it .. And Tjbrk events that is not safe back ..!
Some may think that this is all nonsense for people suffering from mental disorders.
But I got up and cried when I died in my novel that I could not complete since her death ..!
To write .. means to create these people who will live with you the journey of writing .. The characters you read about did not come from a vacuum .. It came from within us .. from our depths ..
I once felt that I had a hossa or a disease I was suffering. I once read that the great Gabrielle, who had a hundred years of isolation, went up crying to his wife. When she saw him, I asked him: "Did he die? He pointed to his head and then spent a few hours weeping for his parting.
At that time I was sure that I was not alone in those who loved them .. Those who forget their presence .. Sometimes .. I was wandering myself to look at the pages of my three novels .. I have not dared until now to complete one of them ..
I miss the stubbornness of Renim .. and the melody of Kayan .. I miss Aunt Laila .. And their neighbor Mahmoud ... Sometimes I wonder about the fate of the martyr I left struggling death in the last pages and I still two months ago I look for the courage necessary to kill to continue the novel in its usual format ..
I am looking for a flight from death to death, but its survival will spoil its supposed end.
To kill someone you made with your hands is difficult. Sometimes you will hate those bad guys in your novel. You will find yourself rushing each time to eliminate those who hurt your love.
Those who write .. find them the most understanding of the people of the turmoil of the events of some novels .. The most understanding of the depths of the writer ..
They know in every novel where the character of the author is embodied.
Only those who write .. distinguish the real moments that the writer tells without feeling who is pure fantasy ..
Greetings to those who know that the pen is a wrench .. and that writing is a beautiful pain
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