all started by chance. An advertisement seen in a blog just visited. One writer offered to develop a literary workshop. A simple request for information that would in any way.
Does anything?
The information came. The schedule fit. My interest was piqued. What both false impediment to try something desired? Nothing could lose and everything could be attempted.
wanted to learn to write (try), knowing my abilities and my limits. Trying to open a door to my life, my future, for myself. Learning to express and recognize in these expressions, translating my wishes. Do better.
After half of scheduled meetings, feelings, expectations and hopes have skyrocketed, have multiplied.
Writing is hard. This is the first and main conclusion. It requires dedication, commitment and something like "self-obligation." No that is not possible. Inspiration does not exist. The latter is obvious.
write, try it at least is not an office or an exercise. Is a way of seeing the world, to be in it. To see what surrounds us in a more attentive, be alert to what comes, to appreciate the details, see to appreciate and count.
This workshop, these Tuesday evenings let me know Luis, a passionate writer, meet my teammates, each from a different place, with whom to share, plus a few hours with common interests that other way of approaching the world.
So far we have known and recreated a musician from early last century, a large English family, we walked the streets Colombian cities in search of stories passionate revived stories of our own ancestors and to have been able to go to Mars elevator.
Fellow of the workshop are Säljö, Javier and Jose, but also Faulkner, Miles, Muñoz Molina, Borges, García Márquez, Luis Leante, Juan Rulfo, ... and not the only nor the last.
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