Someone dear once gave me two blank books.
The first one was beautiful, leather-bound and polished, the kind found in a bookstore and devised to look authentic and old fashioned. It even had the old paper smell to it !
The second one was a refined and functional blog on this very website, on which I initially published old projects of mine, before leaving it untouched for several weeks.
I have this habit which, when I find people I like, makes me tell them stories. About me, about previous acquaintances, about my senseless dreams, about my projects, about my strange family, about the world, about myths and about science, anything they seem to enjoy.
Relatives then inquired about my writing, wished to read my projects, and finally, gave me a medium to write. Is all this clues to a scheme planned for me, hidden from my sight ? Or is it just the pure expression of curiosity and eagerness to learn more about me in the same way they enjoyed my company ? Maybe I should fill these blank pages…
The first notebook, I shall keep to myself and the person closest to my heart, writing in ink my secrets and thoughts. The second will be opened up to the world and full of stories, maybe even opinions later on. If you are curious enough, you may come here and discover life and fiction through my perspective, witness my latest struggles or simply appreciate the distillate of my imagination by my head, as a gift to you.
I am not used yet to present myself and my work to open, anonymous and silent or loud criticism, but I would like to give it a try. It would be a pity to let these two books go to waste.
I will be back soon.