Ah! Write, what a curse! I mulitiple tests, chapter, two, sometimes longer lie on paper and there are losers. Lack of time especially, perseverance (also) humor (sometimes). I console myself by saying that it allows me to nourish the story I have in mind (provided that there rest).
The draft and test first chapter published recently (relatively) I always try, still waiting for a transcript of my paper notes (the issue in these cases is mainly to know whether the work is worth the candle, candle very useful when you have to look painfully on the piece of paper filled with writing and jolting fever (caused by transport and not the madness that is watching me)) even if I write another since the first chapter ( third test of a story that haunted me for almost 2 years), the idea comes gradually to link these stories (not just to pretend that I have three now Chapters saw that I will probably rewrite everything) because he must admit I have another missing is that of not knowing where I go (except for a vague idea of what I want to tell but obviously if the origin and purpose, distant, are leading the way it has not germinated). I operate on instinct, mood (mine of course but also that of the characters, a whimsical wish requiring control, punish, isolate, and the other lost trying to follow and learn. It I need to find spaces where his characters can flourish and that's not all because now I have more claim to want to do it all pleasant reading (where the bottom hurts me tell you) and I can not help but for now not to be satisfied with the results, it therefore makes perfect but my attendance is so it will be a long process. I hope to resume by the end of the year to fix and I finally see it grow a project that tickles me for far too long.
