After months and months of mulling ...
After months and months of mulling over my total debacle creative (French is dedicated to ggl) have come to a conclusion. My problem is those damned short stories. They are always there. They look at me, I investigated, I find them stuck on me wherever I go, anywhere you think. I have to liquidate. I have to somehow "kill" (froidianamente course). Because I know that a stall or a witch that I could not place me among the top ten but I could never think of winning, or rather romp that is the only thing that might go some way to console a waste of time, I took the following decision : write the final story, whose incipit is a lot ' I buzz through my head, the rest will be seen, then I will put everything on Lulu.com and a limited edition, one copy for each watermelon, which will deliver it for a Christmas present, a copy of my little murder. This done, I hope that they no longer have news for at least a millennium until, of course, someone does not find a copy under a few feet of land conservation, and make me an author of worship for the inhabitants of some planet conqueror. If my hypothesis is right, after eliminating the stories, I can finally start to write something worth being written. If not will it mean that the only thing I can do is literary thug, murderess of writing (which may not be bad).
Hello to you all wherever you are.
the Verdeschi
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