Post by account_disabled on Dec 10, 2023 6:32:35 GMT
The web seen as a source of information.Every people preserves a cultural treasure made up of almost unknown folklore and myths. The first step to take, for a fantasy writer, is to set out in search of that treasure and take possession of it. It is a treasure that can enrich many writers, perhaps all: the only test to overcome, to be able to take it, is to have a mind prepared to welcome it.But let's look at this new example: "Are you leaving so soon?" asked the woman. Then she added: "Goodbye, then!" In this case we prefer - because we are obliged - to insert the punctuation mark inside, because it is an exclamation point typical of the dialogue.
However, I believe that acting in this way is not uniform in writing. Even the simple point of the first example is part of the dialogue sentence and can also close the carrier at the same time, because the Phone Number Data corporals, as we have already seen, do not constitute punctuation.But they still remain unread. Until one day he arrives in a land of other writers, people who like him write stories and who, unlike him, show them to others. People who are not afraid to say "I write", people who like him dream of publishing books, but who, unlike him, at least try. People who have taken the plunge. Who jumped to the other side, regardless of the abyss, the unknown, the absolute darkness. And he, the shy writer, watches them from a distance, safe behind the yellow line just before the abyss.
He greets them from afar, sees them talking to each other, but none of them look towards him, because he is only a shadow, he has no consistency, no substance. It's just a daydream, which disappears in the morning without a trace. The shy writer goes home and rereads his dusty stories. He relives the dreams of published books and now, as if by magic, those dreams have lost details, are increasingly hazy, incomprehensible. No matter how hard he tries, he cannot fully relive that dream experience. He wonders why, but no one has an answer, because no one knows that he writes stories. Thus he returns to the land of writers, sees them talking to each other, laughing, exchanging advice and opinions. They all have a story in their hands, but it's not theirs, the one they wrote, it's someone else's story. The shy writer also imagines himself with a story that is not his in his hands and, above all, with his story in the hands of someone else.
However, I believe that acting in this way is not uniform in writing. Even the simple point of the first example is part of the dialogue sentence and can also close the carrier at the same time, because the Phone Number Data corporals, as we have already seen, do not constitute punctuation.But they still remain unread. Until one day he arrives in a land of other writers, people who like him write stories and who, unlike him, show them to others. People who are not afraid to say "I write", people who like him dream of publishing books, but who, unlike him, at least try. People who have taken the plunge. Who jumped to the other side, regardless of the abyss, the unknown, the absolute darkness. And he, the shy writer, watches them from a distance, safe behind the yellow line just before the abyss.
He greets them from afar, sees them talking to each other, but none of them look towards him, because he is only a shadow, he has no consistency, no substance. It's just a daydream, which disappears in the morning without a trace. The shy writer goes home and rereads his dusty stories. He relives the dreams of published books and now, as if by magic, those dreams have lost details, are increasingly hazy, incomprehensible. No matter how hard he tries, he cannot fully relive that dream experience. He wonders why, but no one has an answer, because no one knows that he writes stories. Thus he returns to the land of writers, sees them talking to each other, laughing, exchanging advice and opinions. They all have a story in their hands, but it's not theirs, the one they wrote, it's someone else's story. The shy writer also imagines himself with a story that is not his in his hands and, above all, with his story in the hands of someone else.
