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The writing life has a time and a pace. Respect it, nurture it, celebrate it : this is the true knowledge of the writer. Don’t listen to yourself, don’t listen to the world. Just listen to the tender and terrible flows of your writing life. The music will flow, freely, when the time comes.
We all died, morally, symbolically, emotionally once in our real life. We’ve been crashed, sometimes by terrible events, sometimes by a sort of invisible hand of evil over our destinies. From now on, let’s write beautiful pages of a unique masterpiece that is called : Our life.
There, in L.A., an enthousiast team led by Karen Gilmore and Joshua Dos Santos, passionate about movies and screenwriting, and runninng this delicious website Reel Artsy, dedicated to « quirky, awkward, offbeat indie films. »
Twitter and the passion for movies were the key to connect.
It could be easy to blame it on education, as it is commonly admitted. Blame it on parents, on culture, on social traditions. On individual limits or psychological flaws. On shyness and personal weakness.
Thruth, it seems to me, is that it relates to so much deeper layers of the human and animals minds.
If you are an artist, chances are you are a perfectionnist, an obsessed soul always in search of gold. Well, I am. So let’s celebrate together a simple truth : we’ll never get a hundred per cent satisfied. Nothing we’ll ever write will meet all of our expectations.
Some might, a few lines and pages may pass the cut, and even bear the test of time. But so few indeed. So let’s open our eyes once for all on this.