As human beings we have this tendency to constantly strive …show more content…
School, friends, society, stress and ambition; my love for games lost themselves, as a pretty rose vanishes in the great garden. But that storytelling tendency, that impulse to give life to the white paper that stares back at you, as a painter yearns to fill his canvas, as a musician cries to wake his flute, remained in me; it did not die- unlike a boxful of other things- with …show more content…
I went for it, I gave random names and made characters out of them, points and adventures that accumulated one after another, they seemed disconnected but they were a start. I began writing it on a little black notebook, during my Arabic classes when I would sit in the back just to have time to finish a chapter during the fifty-five long minutes where the teacher spoke about more grammar, and things that did not interest me. I was obsessed, I no longer worried about the money, and the restaurant lost itself amongst name like Alan and Lydia, amongst the lines of Black