Yesterday I started to write. I decided to write a prologue to my second novel which I wrote years ago, the first chapter.
11 (eleven) lines and in the end I was tired, and as empty inside, with nothing.
11 (eleven) lines that I changed a thousand times (the time of writing beautiful cast ...), but in the end, I saved the file as a new novel that brought last modification date long ago.
11 (eleven) lines that are like a new beginning and hope are sufficient to make the headway in this new story.
PS I only found out later that this prologue I had already written some time ago, saying the same things but in a completely different. I kept the new one and I threw the old man. Sign is changed, and how if you change.
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