Remember me. The story behind the story (part 2)

When a novel is born?

One of the questions that most have made me in recent times is about when I started with my novel Remember me When I started writing it?

Some time ago I asked myself that question and then I looked for my first files, the oldest ones. I was surprised to see that I started it years ago...

Well, I'm not one of those writers who do dozens of books every year. Nor of those who write mechanically as if it were a part-time job. I enjoy writing, I have to be with my mood accordingly and I do everything possible to create the right environment to intone with what I'm writing, that helps me. If the inspiration assails me in another context, I simply write everything down quickly, then polish it and make it shine.

Once I read that someone put, somewhere, that you have to be a "prolific" writer, write many books... I have nothing against those who think so, but I could not disagree more. What follows next is from my point of view (as a man and novelist). You see, I consider the act of writing a book as the act of falling in love with a woman; you can not love many women, one after another and without giving depth to feelings, that is not love; in the same way you can not turn everything you really feel into a novel, then leave it forgotten and simply go to the one that follows...

I think that when I write a story I fall in love with it, I'm curious to delve into the characters, I feel like a reader more (although as a privileged reader, who can decide what happens in the plot). It makes me sad when bad things happen to them, chills run down my back in the most exciting scenes. I feel dedicated to discover that history and translate it into paper for posterity. I do not think of another plot, or other characters, I am fully convinced that I am writing the best that my mind can think about and I see my story as the best in the world.

If that is not being in love, tell me to be in love what is it?

Well, I have already extended too much in this post and what I would like to continue writing... I prefer to leave it for another time.