The good thing about having a weblog where to lay down a couple of ideas that we often fall from mature is that you never know who may read them or is capable of predicting the nature of their comments. And that is without doubt the best incentive for the few, poor, good and many ideas you have, not lost like dreams, into oblivion.
thousand moons ago I stopped posting in this blog and has not been much because I had run out of ideas, especially the poor, always flying around my head, but because I had a promising proposal for a Lima newspaper move to your pages for a while. And you can imagine those days when I proposed it: I thought the best writer in the world, the last puff of mango here in Europe, and suddenly I thought well deserved and with sufficient grounds to break all records this tiny world barely scratched. It was the time of the rise, take off like lightning to the top and see who I am to be screwed all jojolete lerolero. Straight to the Nobel.
Also, how did all that had been presaged in the nail. Neither more nor less. It had already written a couple of post for a blog the same day with dyes peruanidad suffered abroad. A kind of "Cholo am" with "Peruvian suffer, suffer." At that time I lived in Barcelona, \u200b\u200bwhere we had come up with Lucy, my wife, and where we began to break through. Then I ventured to propose a perennial blog. Peruvian bloggers were already in Beijing, London and other cities. Barcelona I told them and they told me odd. So there had been the thing. Until I received an email where I was invited to be part of a blog where he would write three people. All young writers, told me. The idea was to write a novel in three hands. The three we would present an argument and the "Editorial Board" the daily choose the best. Hence the two other writers had to be continuing the story where I had left earlier.
then I was no longer living in Barcelona but in Vigo, the land of my wife. And one of those days my father had taught me at home a very old grandfather clock that had belonged to his family since the early twentieth century and that I was captivated by her beauty. Then I thought the story had to be on the clock. I set up the argument, read Lucia, added a couple of ideas and send it to an old friend of the wet and dreary Lima. He, in that vein as a poet and journalist to make matters worse, be responsible for adding the salt and pepper to history.
journal with a new proposal. Turns out I had suggested that not only the three writers were to build a short novel but so did the readers who exercise the right to voice their comments give the guidelines for where they thought should be the thread of the story. And they liked the idea. I replied that we would no longer by myself but the three who wrote the blog and that the very idea of \u200b\u200bincluding the readers would be the motor of history.
I think ten million emails sent to all my contacts and contacts of my contacts for them to know that I moved for a time in the trenches and make themselves a return from time to time through the pages the dean to read and entertain-if that were possible, with a story of mystery and intrigue that was just out of the oven.
At first I must admit that it worked. It was clear he would not be a blog like that brides finder takes all the plaudits for the magnitude of feedback, but at least the painting idea. Then I moved and, as usual, I packed without getting me to think there was a fact as simple as it seems, would be responsible for destroying my little sand castle.
was clear that among the comments that there would be responsible for the taunting, the chacota and Bacilon, also those chilly bile leave on the table because of tastes and styles has not written one, while one another understand what it was this blog and join in grief or sympathy with this cause. And to the last post were scheduled ten since the beginning and were some fourteen or fifteen at the end, always there even one person in the world that leave a few words, although not so much to intervene in the story and give suggestions but to leave their opinions. But something went wrong.
turns out that a post should always focus on one idea, and as argumentative text, close it. Leaving very clearly what you mean or what to expect. Because that's the nature of the blog, that one becomes aware of something is or where it surfs the chance, which is also true. Read the same day that is published or one year later. There it is wonderful weblog, is sustainable. I have more of a post I wrote over a year ago and for which I am still receiving comments. They are there and ready. Endpoint. In contrast to the post in the history of the watch was difficult. Why were some related to others and especially with the old. It made the comments were limited while the post hung lasted until the next appeared. From the outset it was determined that post once a week which in the long run I do not know if eventually more complicated.
Anyway, the story ended and the bitter aftertaste still can not get it out of my throat. The blog is no longer posted on the journal page even if one is curious and goes through the files or the list of blogs LINKED can still access it, and especially read the last, which seems to have final . The comments just refer to it, that something is missing. I did not dare to continue it because I knew if the climax he had prepared for the final in the making would be sufficient. Then I thought of leaving it open. You never know. Perhaps encouraged me to continue in some other place.
