I just nearly finished a text that asked me to write. (I say "almost" because I feel that I will stay a few steps from bed dir ...)
Yeah, you heard right: I had spent a command. I can tell you that I was excited!?! Wow, I was asked to me, namely, to write something!
asteure And that is done, not sure they will take me!
Although ... the problem was not to write on command. The problem was the style imposed. Had to write something crazy, to grandguignolesque, absurd.
Having sweated blood and water on four ideas and have a painfully conducted at about the end, I come to the conclusion that there is nothing crazy, of grandguignolesque or really absurd in my head. No flying whale, not little green men, no sister living in the closet, no fairy godmother, guides illuminated, very few mutants of all kinds ... There's blood, violence, human monsters lurking in the dark and some dark powers rising from the dark ages of mankind. Point. The logic, internal consistency, the construct of ... From
Cartesian . Ouch! For a girl who wants to write fantasy, it's a hard fact.
I will have to live with I suppose! ;)
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