A few months ago I wrote: "Since childhood I have heard that our life is shaped by events that leave us mark, that mark for good or for ill. It is somewhat curious that in this moment so critical, the memories that come from my own life, for many would not have enough quality to be considered crucial. But is it not so important pinch scaling the potter starts with the lump of clay as the delicate touch with which is shaping on the wheel? Is not it all part of the same, partly the result? I think, therefore, that the memories it brings the memory should be as essential as any other experience forgotten. At least that thought comforts me. It comforts me because at this point my life appears as something with meaning and purpose in itself. And my life has long since ceased to be something like that. "I left there. Wren Collective gathered all the information. Waiting.

It would be the start of something yet to do: a short novel or long story. My idea was to start the narrative with a man who was lying on the ground, dying, he would tell his life without opening your mouth. Happens to these very common things in the person fond of writing, namely that the writing ends up being something stony and immovable. They are capable of destroying the surplus, where the instrument is essentially cleared before the buds become strong branches that block viewing of the natural and simple beauty of what you want to say and convey. Stefan Zweig fruitful considered a day's work when he managed to remove a small paragraph of material already written. Raimond Carver said his book Will you please shut up, please?, It took thirteen years to publish it because all that time he used it to remove everything that was unnecessary. Wren Collective has compatible beliefs. Regardless of the criteria to each one deserves the quality of the text or the originality of the idea, William Saroyan was reading I discovered, in his story A cold day, the following paragraph: "The next book was" Inez: A Tale of the Alamo ", and dedicated to Texans Patriots. The author had written another book called "Beulah" and another titled "Saint Elmo." It was said that was the kind of book that corrupted the morals of a young girl.

Well, I opened the book and began reading: "I am dying, and, since I have the feeling that I have left a few hours, do not hesitate to talk freely and frankly. Someone will think that I stray from the delicacy of my sex, but given the circumstances, I think not. I have loved for a long time and know that my love is reciprocated to me is a source of profound and indescribable joy. "And the text continued. "That was so bad that had to be good, so I decided that once could read the whole book. A young writer can learn from our greatest writers. "As I read the story came to my mind the piece I wrote a few months earlier. Regardless of the doubts that already had on their quality, I decided to remove the final texts directory. However, as happened not to be a mediocre amateur writing, I keep in reserve with the secret hope of being able to pair in a future story. Safe Creative # 0912025044160.