I have always been proposed to be aware of technological developments and try them if need be. I did it with the BB's so long ago, and then with Blogger, with Facebook. The result was always fantastic. Now is the Time to Twitter.
No, I have no account yet. It seemed wise to make a test first, see how I go, I realized what I can say and contribute. I devote myself to writing and each day I feel more a writer. I think, then, to tell how I work every hour may be something new or useful or interesting at Twitter. It would be something like:
7 hours. It turned on the TV, which is what I use for alarm. What if I do not send kids to school and I sleeping?
8 hours. Finally they left. They will arrive 20 minutes late, at least. I will send to military school. I am preparing to start work.
9 am. I made the beds, ordered the toys and clothing. I put the underwear to wash. I washed the dishes yesterday. No potatoes. The dog ate the cover of the book he was reading. I will kill.
10 hours. I sat five minutes off the PC and, of course came the inspiration, I went to sleep. Sleepy can not work.
11 hs. What do I prepare for lunch? I wrote two lines of my new novel and then erased them.
12 hours. Schnitzel with mashed chef. I played solitaire spider five times and won one. I'll get the kids to school.
13 hours. We finished lunch. If I wash more dishes suicide. Siesta.
14 hours. I read a little to warm. Elle magazine. I wonder why the clothes I bought as I have never on such mines. Can I do a peel? I have very stained face. "These girls do not eat chocolate Habanita? Is there Habanita at home?
15 hours. I got bored of the novel I'm working, and only go to page 37. That's why I write stories because I get bored quickly. I do not know what to do. I tried apple tea and liked it.
16 hours. I changed the names to all the characters, and then I put them originals because did not know who was who. I wonder ... if my character is 21, What year is to be born? Where the hell is the calculator?
17 hours. Seven lonely and won two. Half an hour of Facebook. Replied mails. Every day I understand better how difficult it is fame. I get messages from readers who say I'm a genius and my kids tell me they hate me. The contradiction is killing me. I have hunger.
18 hours. A kid sent me a story for an opinion. I have rotten things that sent me. But the story was pretty good. Do you have recorded? Could put my name, I know ... I have a craving for salami sandwich.
19 hours. I can not find the file with the novel. I think I deleted it when I was deleting pictures in which I left old. ¿Do I have to start all over again??
20 hours. I found the file. How is to separate what one writes in chapters? Do you have all the same number of pages? In the story that does not happen.
21 hs. It's my husband. Asking me to do the food, as if I were her servant. I worked all day, dammit! You cook it. Something frozen.
22 hours. I lie. I tell everyone I read the lie but a lie, I turn on the TV. Of course not watch any reality in Castilian. Miro only subtitled.
23 hs. Zzz ...
What? What do you think? Surely those who are starting in this literature serves as inspiration, reflection, right? It lasts the life of a writer. Lonely at times. But wonderful. You feel like you are recreating the world ever. Nay, the universe. Of course sometimes you have to force yourself to write, because as there is no boss, no schedules, no card is marked ... but the passion is larger. We write because we can not do otherwise. I hope you have been Habanita. The Habanita are expensive, and more cornstarch cookies. I love writing. When I write, all the little worries disappear. If you finished the coca is going to have a fit.
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