And I don’t want to sound as if I rediscovered the fire. However, it is always amazing to be reminded, once you progress further and further into the craft, of how beautifully complex writing can be —depending, naturally, on the topic and scope of your work.
I may have bitten more than what I could chew with my current work, which grew into an epic that juggles the personal struggles and conflicts of over 20 major characters in a scenario of increasingly apocalyptic events.
I’ve just finished another great session of writing (i.e.: a highly productive one) and I’m about to reward myself with lunch. This is the scheme I’ve been following, basically, for the past five years: wake up, concentrate, begin writing, hope for the best, finish writing and then one of two options:
1) “celebrate” a good writing session with a tasty meal or;
2) somberly eat my consolation lunch after a bad session before going to the bed so I can cry a little and reflect about what went wrong, how I can improve the text and what the best course of action is for the next pages.
I confess I’m pleasantly surprised by the number of people who visit my website —mostly casually or by accident—, even though everyone around here knows I make no effort in promoting it.
Maybe it’s because my name —Diogo Cysne— has a nice ring to it, being therefore easier to type and search, even if just randomly, on Google.
Of course, the numbers are nothing to brag about: something around 1,200 visitors in a period of two and a half years (or around 3-4 wanderers per day) and a total of 11 followers accrued in the same period.