concerns of a writer

by walterdoege

somehow a continuation of the anterior writing…beyond the joy and frustration sensing in the creative process I feel deep concerns regarding the position of a writer like myself in between editor and publisher…I am reaching at the end of my second romance…romancist is simply a way to say that I am not a poet, nor chronist, nor short stories writer…romance is a broad field in the literature issue…romance is jazzy…I can work on a romance for a lot of time, or a short time…but always is required much work…but the next steps a hard too…search an editor…search a publiser…and I have no diplomacy regarding these issues…comtemporary publishing policies are more difficult…I undestand so much Philip Roth…I sense me close to Faulkner writing over the floors…and so many other writer that could have faced great challenges, more than I face…I will keeping me on track…I am a common writer, a common person and this is good…I write love…I feel love…writing is somehow throwing away my blues…throwing away an invitation…perhaps for any writer may exist a reader…but I don’t want to be only the reader of my writings…publish what I write, what I create, is just for share…art and love are usefulness…somehow I sense the publication process harder than write…the utilitarism of thw world may me sweeted with art…with love…beyond fiction, a matter of survival…for a better living for all the people…I am only a romancist and i send my regards for being here and writing and publishing my concerns…that are not only of mine…for the long run I feel me close to the ethical issues regarding art, love and life…love is a main taboo, love must be reinvented, as Rimbaud wrote lately…literature is aesthetics, ethic and act…some three rainbow colors of love…love is opensees to the surprise…love is responsibility to the event of meeting someone else at season and street crossroads…life crossroads…love remains when all frustration arrives…as a romancist I have time, still, to write till my last goodbye…this is a part of the romance, the second romance of myself…I hope in not online only edition…I have some old crafts to type word to word…typography, a worth value machine…handwriting, another choice…when choose is possible, everything is all right…love is ahead