I said in my first post in this blog I write a lot, every day.
It is not true.
I wish I could write all day, but I can not. I have much to do, although this 'to much' does not mean it's necessarily more important than writing. Much of what I do is trivial, but still, the banalities are important part of life.
Still, writing is not the most important thing I do in life, definitely.
It is not true.
I wish I could write all day, but I can not. I have much to do, although this 'to much' does not mean it's necessarily more important than writing. Much of what I do is trivial, but still, the banalities are important part of life.
Still, writing is not the most important thing I do in life, definitely.
Anyway, we should not now discuss why I do not write every day. It just convenient to make a summary of what I wrote. So, after this overview, I have a real idea of how much I write and how much I wrote.
In retrospect, it seems little. Looking from another angle, it seems like a lot.
I started writing when I was literate, at preschool. But nothing remains of that era. I have a few books in high school, and I confess that I did not even look at them in search of some writing or text that was my original authorship. Maybe there are some. It would be interesting to read them to see the young man I was, or what I thought a long time ago.
What's sure is that from July 1987 I started to write enough letters to my family, because this time I left home and went to the barracks, and then even use the phone was something forbidding. So, I used a lot of paper and pen to communicate with my family and some dear friends.
Well, I have kept dozens of these letters since that time.
I keep them as precious, and I want to scan them and save them in digital format for posterity. I think this a very cool thing to read about what we thought about old joys and old problems, now all resolved and forgotten. As life goes on!
I started writing hard in the barracks, in writing courses. The methods adopted were the most stringent possible, and interestingly, did awaken in me the creativity and dreams.
I then proceeded to write short stories, small annoyances, which served as entertainment for my brother as I finished my course in military training and went to work at an air base.
There were dozens, perhaps hundreds of absurd short stories.
In the end, I put it all together and created a book whose more appropriate name to be given was "Neurons in Fury!."
Never had the courage to show it to anyone, but my brother liked nonsense and showed few stories to my friends of youth.
In retrospect, it seems little. Looking from another angle, it seems like a lot.
I started writing when I was literate, at preschool. But nothing remains of that era. I have a few books in high school, and I confess that I did not even look at them in search of some writing or text that was my original authorship. Maybe there are some. It would be interesting to read them to see the young man I was, or what I thought a long time ago.
What's sure is that from July 1987 I started to write enough letters to my family, because this time I left home and went to the barracks, and then even use the phone was something forbidding. So, I used a lot of paper and pen to communicate with my family and some dear friends.
Well, I have kept dozens of these letters since that time.
I keep them as precious, and I want to scan them and save them in digital format for posterity. I think this a very cool thing to read about what we thought about old joys and old problems, now all resolved and forgotten. As life goes on!
I started writing hard in the barracks, in writing courses. The methods adopted were the most stringent possible, and interestingly, did awaken in me the creativity and dreams.
I then proceeded to write short stories, small annoyances, which served as entertainment for my brother as I finished my course in military training and went to work at an air base.
There were dozens, perhaps hundreds of absurd short stories.
In the end, I put it all together and created a book whose more appropriate name to be given was "Neurons in Fury!."
Never had the courage to show it to anyone, but my brother liked nonsense and showed few stories to my friends of youth.
Finally, I ended up passing the text from paper to computer and now Neurons in Fury! is available for the whole world, for free, in two very popular sites: Scribd and Bookess.
I have not stopped writing. But I wrote after deserves a post aside.
I think I have written a book of concatenated short stories as Neurons in Fury! even when I was 22 years old was a beautiful done.
Of course after that I gave a polishing in text, fix some things, and when I jointed stories together I had to use some amendments that did not exist in the original texts, but even so, the bottom line was built even when I was 21, 22 years .
But first we must remember the letters.
Ah! The letters!
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