It has been much trouble to devise this novel as this simple exercise of writing bound pages for one reader to delight in has never been my forte. Though one could argue that I do sell myself short, I think otherwise. I do not make promises and I do not expect anything, therefore, when one reads my work, they can think whatever they want. And to that whatever, I can improve as a writer. I was never the best in writing-- a mere illusion that some fabricate to solve their conclusion to life's worthy people.
This novel that I bring to you is fuelled by imagination I have and imagination others have inspired me with. It wasn't at all easy to write this. It is important for you to know,however that I am not a writer but a mere storyteller who manipulates the findings of others to sell whatever plot I want. But as storytellers often fabricate reality, I believe my work to inspire and to present a reality which perhaps have always haunted us in the past.
There may come a time where novels may never exist and to delight in such things would be a sin. I would rather write a novel which I may grow to love than not to have deep feelings for anything or anyone whatsoever. Many distractions have plagued the completion of this novel and as a foreword, I think it best for us to not complain about them but rather to enjoy for there are things and things alone that exemplify importance of the mundane.
Perhaps, creating a reality of my own was the solution to my problem-- a syndrome of not accepting reality or a disease we have yet to find a name for. I may write so superior and may hold your interest in my hand but do not fall for my trick for there are lies that I have created and for a simpleton who you may be, you must solve them and understand that the division of time and work on these chapters were spent very much with the blazing sun and a pen which wrote this story by itself.
Perhaps you may lose interest now, but I think it is important that we have the vitals of this story discussed before the arrival of our dear friend, Confusion. He is without a doubt the best thing I have tolerated and he has taught me much about Clarity. Without the two lovers, I may not have figured out what gift I have been bestowed it.
Surely, it is not easy to write a novel and my experience was not a simple walk but the blizzards of uncertainty and self-doubt. I have liked talking to you or rather rambling about my experience. There is nothing great about it; I am merely talking about an experience which have brought quite a change in my life. Novels--stories as I prefer to call them have had much impac
This novel that I bring to you is fuelled by imagination I have and imagination others have inspired me with. It wasn't at all easy to write this. It is important for you to know,however that I am not a writer but a mere storyteller who manipulates the findings of others to sell whatever plot I want. But as storytellers often fabricate reality, I believe my work to inspire and to present a reality which perhaps have always haunted us in the past.
There may come a time where novels may never exist and to delight in such things would be a sin. I would rather write a novel which I may grow to love than not to have deep feelings for anything or anyone whatsoever. Many distractions have plagued the completion of this novel and as a foreword, I think it best for us to not complain about them but rather to enjoy for there are things and things alone that exemplify importance of the mundane.
Perhaps, creating a reality of my own was the solution to my problem-- a syndrome of not accepting reality or a disease we have yet to find a name for. I may write so superior and may hold your interest in my hand but do not fall for my trick for there are lies that I have created and for a simpleton who you may be, you must solve them and understand that the division of time and work on these chapters were spent very much with the blazing sun and a pen which wrote this story by itself.
Perhaps you may lose interest now, but I think it is important that we have the vitals of this story discussed before the arrival of our dear friend, Confusion. He is without a doubt the best thing I have tolerated and he has taught me much about Clarity. Without the two lovers, I may not have figured out what gift I have been bestowed it.
Surely, it is not easy to write a novel and my experience was not a simple walk but the blizzards of uncertainty and self-doubt. I have liked talking to you or rather rambling about my experience. There is nothing great about it; I am merely talking about an experience which have brought quite a change in my life. Novels--stories as I prefer to call them have had much impac
