Bed And Breakfast Paris

Still getting used to

Anyone who knows me knows that I like and a lot of writing. I've always had a lively imagination, which I lived out very intensive. Be it short stories or in specially created role playing, with which I could occupy myself for hours in my room. Even my sister and I had tried early on as an actor and director, and designed a theater piece in which we discovered even New Zealand (yes - we discovered it: D) - with interesting customs and traditions natu , of course (only us in the cow pies grew on trees ...).

All right, so as a child I wanted to always be a writer. I liked the stories I had read in school and at home forever. And so I tried early in the writing of stories. However, these usually ended up not quite family safe (although I knew at the time still did not know what I wrote). So I decided to be quite some time.

In the ninth grade I ran the "Nintendo kids' club," the least impressive six members brought about. For this I designed a club magazine every month with reports of games, pictures, etc. Even an interview time was there. The images were all grid enlargements or at least be traced by hand. But I made an effort that was probably the main thing.
When I once sent a copy to Großostheim, so people from Nintendo of Europe could take a critical look into it, I got a rather interesting answer. They asked me if I wanted to be a journalist ... I had talent for it, anyway. I liked the idea, but I let the matter drop. Note: If I had not even made ...

And then I was overcome last year, suddenly a strange feeling. An idea began to spread in my head, I wrote directly. And I mean really low-wrote - with beautiful pen, and so ... I could stop at least not before the first chapter was not finished. The idea for the book I liked so much that I waited now for my next inspiration. A second chapter was created shortly thereafter ... it happened but somehow nothing more. I had no ideas. And since I just after the two chapters from an acquaintance, whom I sent everything got nothing else to read as a criticism, left me the courage to write. I also realized pretty quickly that I needed to write alone. And unfortunately, I had almost never.

then changed the random my thoughts.
In a Supernatural forum in which I am the road every day, they asked me if I would be interested in working in an RPG. One would have followed my previous posts with great interest and always felt I was possibly an asset to the team. Okay, I did need to ask me ... until I finally consented.

Since I am a friend of the supernatural, but, I wanted to have a character no one - you offered me a vampire. So I began to write. My character was male and 21 years old. I described him as a callous and a loner with a terrible past.

His character took me so that I wrote him a history. How and when he was a vampire, etc. But not enough of them. Gradually, more and more pages created. And after three weeks there were four chapters in which my character could do a lot or had to.
I asked a friend of mine, if they could not even read about it ... she agreed immediately. As I know from herself that she also writes stories, I hoped from her the necessary motivation that I needed to continue writing it so much. And that I did not wait long.

Sure, every now and again simple ideas are not there. But then again I bubbling over with enthusiasm and stop not till the head is empty. The chapters are always 9:00 to 12:00 pages long - depending on how many ideas I have. Meanwhile, I have arrived already in Chapter 12, so much was not initially planned.

Sabrina also had me in the meantime already designed a proposal for a cover and sent - thanks again for this \u0026lt;3 A little something I myself have thought of something for them what they should receive in May:)

I still think not. If my childhood dream come true after all? I as a writer? Hm, we'll see. I will certainly not famous, but the ambition is still not large enough. But it must do so fun, right?