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Xarmed's World without Limits in English'
Writing is something that seems easy to be defined. However, I have never considered this a true statement. Writing is something different for each person. Does it have the same meaning the word writing for a 21st century Philology student than, for example, to Anne Bradstreet or Virginia Woolf? Does it have the same meaning the fact of writing for a sensationalist journalist than for a 'creator-of-worlds' like Laura Gallego García? In my opinion, no, it doesn't.
Writing is something that seems easy to be defined. However, I have never considered this a true statement. Writing is something different for each person. Does it have the same meaning the word writing for a 21st century Philology student than, for example, to Anne Bradstreet or Virginia Woolf? Does it have the same meaning the fact of writing for a sensationalist journalist than for a 'creator-of-worlds' like Laura Gallego García? In my opinion, no, it doesn't.
Writing can have so many interpretations as writers are in the world. It
is, without any doubt, an art, but is also something else, something that maybe
is not appreciable at first sight. I have always considered that it is
something difficult to describe. It would be like trying to define the
abstraction of what is abstract. It would be so complicate to carry it out,
that we could end overwhelmed as a consequence of the millions of
interpretations.
Writing is like that 'abstraction'. It can be art for some and hobby for
others. It can be a way of life for some, or a powerful relaxing pain-killer
for the rest.
I also consider very important the 'why' of writing. Why are people that
devote their lives to write? Why although having to do millions of obligations
in this stressing life I set everything aside in my mind and just put in words
what I feel? In my case, for example, I write because it helps me disconnect
from the reality in which I live. A reality that sometimes can be very very
rude. Writing helps me escape from the invisible hands that grasp me to
reality, the ones that make fantasy leave my mind. That perfect weapon is able
to make me enter in a spiral of irreality, a reality in which what I need is to
be in the computer typing constantly. There are no limits, everything is
valid... love, passion, magic, panick, feelings, idealism...
Not a lot of pleasures are comparable to the fact of feeling the story
flowing through your head, see the characters acting (sometimes by
themselves!), see in the mind how everyting fits...
I wouldn't change that sensation for anything!
For those that are still thinking...
Don't be coward when you face a white page waiting for you...
And as Menander of Athens once said... "Those who have the will,
have the strength"
J. I. Xarmed
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