The characters have been my friends for almost two years. I wrote a short story, made up so many conversations in my mind, found awesome music to play along, but the characters are not coming out as I had thought they would. Are they better? Worse? Only time will tell. I just know that now the voice of the book is younger (have I been reading too much YA), and that might be because I’m exploring the first person, present POV (Point of View). I’m really excited because I’ve been able to write everyday, and my count is 7,500 words already. Not too bad for day 3, huh?
I have great hopes for this story. I don’t know why, but I feel this one is closer to my heart than the other two. Could it be because it’s set in Rosario, Argentina? That might have a lot to do with it. Why is it that even though I’ve been away for almost 12 years, my thoughts always drift to my childhood, the barrio, the sounds of my youth? Writing this book is like a therapy, and I’m glad to realize that all the feelings I had kept inside are producing happy scenes. But I need some conflict, and that won’t take long to come. It just breaks my heart that my characters have to suffer, but I promise I have a great ending in sight. I hope the one I planned two years ago still fits them.
On another note, and as I had promised, here are some Halloween pictures. I hope you like’em.