All that remains for the book 2’s
completion is the last light editing, the chapter artworks and the cover. I say
a chapter per day, same goes for the chapter artworks. SOoooo approximately that
will be another month just to be sure.
Right now in
this world I’m the only one who is anticipating this. This makes me think about
the future. Will there be a being or beings other than me who will give an
importance of my stories? Will keep writing even there’ll be no such beings
like that (knock on wood)? Will I ever get a stunning review or the other way
around that would probably get me into a whole month of depression?
The thing is,
no one knows the future, and also, no one has the right to shamelessly imply
that he or she would be a great success in this writing business.
That leaves us
writers the work and the un-expecting attitude that if you follow the path of
the ink and typing narratives success would be as small as a grain of wheat in
a baron wasteland. But hope, lower your expectations, work… but hope.
Look at madam
Rowling, look at her life. She started with an idea while she was riding a
train, back then her flat was small and a single mother. Now her books are the
childhood of every people in their 20’s (by the year 2013), given that they
love reading books. She didn’t know what happened to her would happen when he
thought about that idea in the train.
I’m saying that
I should not expect as a writer, I should not expect of fame and riches to be
flashed around, I should not expect of recognition… but I should hope with only
this: to be read.
(10 days before
my 5 days book giveaway [The Last Disceptarix]! Make sure you get your copy by
then!)
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