No easy way to start writing. Simply, it starts where you can. It happens that there is little of what is called inspiration. Missing argument. Missing characters. What is left is a necessity, urgency. In that fight, the will is a bit loose. Do not feel like, least of all in this heat. But the urgency is.
To write (as often happened to me) must read. I do not know why, but you have to read "something." Piglia, for example, is a good stimulus. O Soriano. O Cortázar. But that "something" has to do with the persons affected, with "something" that gets through the greed of writing.
Then the dialogue. Copy of Rilke: Who, if I scream, I hear from the choirs of angels?
And then answered: "That night we returned the highway and I thought that maybe it was too late. The strange thing is that I did not mean anything in particular. The phrase came so merciless and terrible perhaps too late . Later I wondered why. What would have forgotten to do and it was not possible. But no. It was simply late for everything. Not a good mood. When it's late, time takes on another aspect. When it's late, and no matter what. And the angels will not hear . "
As exercise is pretty basic, but usually works. Not have to leave a beautiful text. That is a kick, enough. Then, yes, to do gymnastics. Keep writing, to see where the wire leads. Like Ariadne in the labyrinth.
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