Pencils and notebooks have always fascinated me. I wanted them. Still do. Yet they were mostly empty, except for a snippet here and there. Or a sketch.
been attracted
Then in 1997 something happened to open my mind to the words inside. Words that needed to get out.
to paper
Words still trying to escape.
all of them
0
approximately ... drafts, re-edits, doubts on sentence structure ...
After many starts and putting aside my daydream job for the jobs needed in life, I am plunging into disseminating my writing.
disseminate:
to scatter or spread widely
Never imagined that I would write a novel, nor did I set out to do so, even though I've had a love affair with paper since young: writing and sketching then hiding or tossing most of it . . . until something I wrote and threw out, by chance, grabbed back.
