Introduce Yourself : It is the weekend, the time to talk a little about ourselves, let's go !!! by Ariadne Gallardo

Today I was on my blog where I tell something of the novel that I am writing: https://novelagalaxiadecristal.wordpress.com/

Well as I have already told you about me, now I will translate that post for you, greetings and happy weekend.

Elk in the mist

There are times when we stop to analyze which path we should follow and it is very difficult for us to understand the crossroads that are presented to us, however what best guides us is to be able to see the light, even through the fog, for this dreams are the best advisors of some writers, I don't know if of most, but hey, it's part of the creative process and it's really encouraging.

I want to tell you that I am in the last part of my novel and I have taken a break to go to the prologue, in it I have to walk through the antecedents and leave my own roots to find myself in a completely different place with a magic that is captivating and It is always necessary to go back to the title and remember how important it is to observe with “Otra Mirada”, there is a beginning that does not correspond to us and that nevertheless is a full reference to the history that we form.

I go back to sleep and the thick fog of that unknown place, the gallop of a frightened animal puts me on alert, panting stops the march, it is an elk, its presence imposes itself when it watches me, then I understand where in the world I am and what that animal means whose gaze transmits an ancestral memory to me, the only thing that unites us at that moment is the same thought, I fully understand it, now I can follow each step of my next chapter and the reasons for its arguments.

I raised my arms to the top showing gratitude, the rain began and every trace of fear or uncertainty disappeared. I know that many readers and colleagues will not find the discovery useful, they will not find sense, I do not care, it is done.

I clearly understand that from the agnostic point of view I filter the divine from the myth, the mythology of the creed and the reality of the spiritual; I am left with the essence that does not feed on the root but feeds on it. I remember the look of the elk, I am aware that our worlds could never coincide, the means that brought us together in that space of time was the call we made with our thoughts to indicate a challenge, a path. the address of a message to be delivered: Someday we will be smoke, we will be fog, we will have transcended.

If so, are the ways to get to the creative process, greetings to all