As funny as it may sound, I had never taken writing too seriously. I never take anything too seriously anyway. It's just boring. Even in the worst situation can I find a stupid thing to say. And it includes funerals. I'm sorry. The only thing you can't joke about with me is music.
I always had plenty of ideas about what to write, what to say to the world (that's what we want right?) but never taken it too seriously.
A month ago my mum called me. She had been going through my stuff in my room (at least she admitted for the first time in 4 years) and told me about drafts, both in French and English, a small poem book (all in French) and a modern version (not completed though) written in alexandrins of Antigone in French also, and that I should (this time seriously) consider having them published, or at least some of my later work. Or as she said "water the seed".
Ok, I know very well how a mother feels about her only child, and there was no way she would have called me saying "hey son, I digged into your room and found some of your shit you wrote God knows when. Want me to burn them or what?"
But anyway I started writing again, this time seriously, and as I wandering randomly on the internet looking for some tips, advice, things like that, I found you guys. I have to say I was a bit reluctant to introduce myself, but last Monday I did. And don't regret it.
Strangely enough, eight years ago, when I started to play guitar, I signed up on a guitar forum and met a lot of people (couple of them are friends IRL now), and it really helped. Hope it turns out the same here!



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