27. Words
- A kiss to the writer -
Rosie always knew how to use words. Be it spoken or written,
her tongue was sharp and her pen wit. Not a day went by that I didn't see her
sitting at her desk, at dawn or dusk when the children weren't bothering her,
writing away as if her life depended on it. She once told me words were like a
drug for her, she needed to have her daily fix, to let the words flow out of
her mind unto paper and to create worlds, characters and food for thoughts. It
was her relaxation, something to keep the madness at bay and deal with her
emotions. For so many years, I let her do what she loved to do, without taking
any real interest in her creations. I respected her, but never bothered to read
anything, and now I feel foolish for waiting so long. I'm so sorry I never took
a look at her most precious passion.
Rosie loved to write, and her writing is
just beautiful, as you could read through the manuscript I sent you. She wrote
tons of stories, wonderful fantasy and fascinating science-fiction, and I
couldn't just let it go to waste. She told me to just put it away, can you
believe it? I can't just let it all go to waste, not such masterpieces, I want
her name to be pronounced with awe and respect and quiet admiration. My wife
was a marvelous human being, and her writings show glimpses of her no one ever
discovered but me, and I am willing to share them, for her. Let people in a few
centuries know her as if she was their best friend.
(What is 100TC?)
C'est Nice, en tant que writer je peux me sentir interpellé par ton texte ^^ c'est vraiment une drogue en effet
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