editions of Riez already offered me several times of emergency, how they I have announced that the novel was selected among others, and yesterday I had another, equally intense.
I stretched like a bow when I discovered in my mailbox this message Aurélien Police. I had to click to discover his work, with, back in my mind, the doubts about what I had told him of my text, I had my sketch seedy back in all directions, advice that a friend had given me author, but also the quiet certainty of my editor ...
Obviously I clicked, huh, and I discovered a scene that I cut the breath (or fucking awesome , as my dear husband). Happiness, full foot, I looked again and again, I revel in every detail throughout the evening *. There is a small thing to see. It goes to Aurelian worked wonderfully. [Unbearable suspense, I'm cruel, you have to wait.]
And then there was this revelation. You know, the split second when everything becomes clear. With this single image, I finally understood my desire to publication (yes, I put the time, good). I had already tried to understand: the glory, no, fortune, uh no no, the leg to nor posterity; desire to win the Goncourt, ah ben, this is no fantasy literature should not be forgotten. So?
Because casually, a publication to a few hundred copies, this is a drop in the ocean of novels bookstores drown each year. Similarly if we consider the micro-publisher who kills himself to task for his books, one wonders what drives so many sacrifices (because his job is not anecdotal, OK). So why a small issue it is so important, beyond proportions if it is confined to the return on investment?
Because we do not care the number of copies published, this is a book, a real book. We no longer speak of a manuscript or a text, we are talking about an object that has a magical character, the power to inspire third **.
You never know what we will discover in a book. The cover gives a clue, the fourth also, but what sauce will do we eat? We do not know. We hate some others have apparently loved it, we like them often but not beyond the stage of the walk cordial, and then from time to time, is the shock, they saw the story, we identify with the characters, we are unable to stand the book.
The author himself, when he writes, he is in a state of shock you see. No, I'm making a generalization. Rather say that when I write I'm in this state of shock. It is nice to have the technical, formulation, when I write, I'm pegged to my characters, I have them in the skin. I'm not just looking at them and pull their strings when they are hurt, I hurt, when they have an adrenaline rush, I too, whatever happens to them, I saw it with intensity.
People will indeed take my book. They love it or not, whatever, they will wander with my characters. Some even share particular resonance with my text and they will live an intense adventure.
(At least, if all goes well ***.)
(So I'm damned: I run after a chimera. Worse, I love it.:-D)
* C ' Is that why I have not written the last scene that I miss Siwès Chronicles impossible to detach myself from that image, to date the best illustration that I was done, and especially the most faithful to my wishes.
** Or nightmare, depending. ^ __ ^ No, At Out of the Shadow is the thrill. No worries. *** Go
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