03-06-2018, 10:26 AM
(This post was last modified: 03-06-2018, 10:27 AM by AnthroHeart.)
I think I'm a wanderer, or maybe the reincarnation of a writer. Because it seems that the writing comes from somewhere.
Either a form of channeling or what. When I write I'm in a semi-trance of some sort. So I don't remember all of what I've written.
And I did pretty bad in English in school. Though it's my only language.
My book starts:
Either a form of channeling or what. When I write I'm in a semi-trance of some sort. So I don't remember all of what I've written.
And I did pretty bad in English in school. Though it's my only language.
My book starts:
Quote:So there the child stood, alone. Outcast by the townspeople, he was
doomed to a life of solitude, himself his only friend. These were the darkest
days of an enchanted youth, seasoned with some contempt. In earnestness
and desperation, he uttered words that affirmed his separation from home.
“Why do they hate me? Why would they never believe these legends, which
were my dreams?” In this, he assumed a new role in life, making real his
destiny to be a runaway. His words became of the wind and mixed with
strangely audible remembrances of his past, making time inconsequential.