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In case you haven’t notice, I was missing in action yesterday. In case of doubt I was writing, yesterday and the whole Blog post pass by me. For that reason (and since I also miss my post this morning) I  decide to make tuesday’s my Writing Journey Report Day.
So I am writing the third draft of my novel. This is the first time I am writing this draft in Spanish, I don’t know why, but I can say that I have been enjoying this draft a lot. I think I enjoy the other 104,000 words (51,000 and 53,000) but there is something about this draft in spanish that I am enjoying.
I made peace with Mr. Gabriel Garcia Marquez. Yes, laugh now, I fight with Garcia Marquez in 1998, and since then I had not read a book or want to have anything to do with his work. Don’t ask me why, and don’t ask me how we make peace but we did. Actually, not only I made peace, the character now, is leaving the last train from Macondo, and that’s what I am going to share with you today, on this Writing Report Day.
…”That was the morning I leave Macondo, I knew that I was never going back. You know, my mother never told me who was my father, but I always knew was one of the Buendia, my mother, who was a really good woman, but not so bright, give me Jose Aureliano as my name. I don’t know if you know this, but the kings of Macondo, were the Buendia, Don Aureliano Buendia. As I was telling you I got the last train that was leaving Macondo, my mother got me a ticket that was going to take me with a distant cousin, far, far away, and ask me that I should never come back, she told me that we will never see each other again, but she want me to be sure that she love me very much”…
…”I got distracted, and forgot what I was telling you, oh, I remember now, I was telling you that my mom cousin teach me to read and she send me to a school, I remember that as is was yesterday, I read my first book, when I was sixteen, and was that the day that I told myself that I was going to spend my life writing, I wasn’t going to do anything else. Of course, in case you don’t know, write is one of those things that are hard to do, not because write is so complex, but because every time you write, you feel that fear, or should say, I feel that fear”…
This is part of the first chapter, and I am happy to report that I have been constantly writing the last week and a half on the book, not so much on the blog, but planning to begin posting again tomorrow.
If you are a writer, I will love to connect and read what you write, so let me know.

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