Shall we dance?

Part one

I was standing in front of the window, starring at the waves. There’s something magic about their movement. Magnificent and hypnotizing, I would say. Each wave tries to embrace the others, colliding together.

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The waves, you see, tell the stories of all travelers. If you pay attention, you can hear them whispering. Acting very much like a writer, don’t you think? 

My father told me when I was a child that I should read everything that came into my hands. He didn’t let me go out and play with my friends until I didn’t finish the daily to read pages. I saw that as a burden then, but time passing by, I realized it was a blessing. I was the first in the kindergarten that could read. Strange, right? I saw him reading all the time and I didn’t know why he was doing it. Later, I found out by myself. 

Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. I am Rose. Glad to meet you, I guess. If you’re here, it means that my story has been heard, so grab a glass of wine end enjoy yourself.

When you want to become a writer, everything becomes deeper. A writer thinks a lot, overthinks much, feels much more than the usual human beings, loves and bleeds a lot. Lots of lot, right? Writing is an act of God, some would say.

As a writer, you practically create a story from nothing. There are dozens of tips and tricks linked to this act, but none of them would work if you didn’t find your own voice. In a world where everyone can write, you’re scared that it has been said before.

Maybe it was, maybe it wasn’t. However, for sure it wasn’t said by you. This is a very common fear. I know there is one more: the lack of content, the blank period. We all go through that.

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