It's Finally Over ...

Finally I finished the english translation of the novel and I want to use this lines to express the emotional journey it was.

As I mentioned before in previous posts, the idea of writing a novel came out of the blue and as far now as the year 2006. After a few jams and learning voids, I left it incomplete in 2007. The experience was bittersweet. First of all, the excitement of facing a new project was strong enough to motivate me and with renewed energy, I struggled with the first challenges. After the excitement starts to dwindled, I begun to realize the hole I dig myself into, and finally, after several internal fights and struggles, managed to reach the goal line in the best shape possible.

Writing is a complicated task, since words can't be just to transmit information, but rather emotions. I convinced myself of an ultimate belief: If into the writing process, I couldn't feel the fears, the frustrations, joys and anxieties of my characters, then I wasn't doing a good job. As I was writing the novel in 2006, I forced myself first,then I let myself go, into the paths that my characters walked through and that only existed inside my head, and that now sleep inside the digital world, as well as the tradicional literary world made out of paper, just waiting for one wanderer reader to have to curiosity and time to read about them.

I must to admit that I suffered, laughed and felt anguish as I was writing their adventures.

When I finally could make real, the dream of every writer, which is to publish a work, I thought my job was over. I wasn't until I gave myself the task to translate it into english, that those characters would make me a surprise gift. Translating a text into another language, will always be complicated. Doing it, while you try to transmit emotions to another language, is a challenge on it's own.

I slowly opened the pages of that world and I begun to read those first few lines that starts from chapter one. At the beginning it didn't look like a complex or difficult task, so I calculated to spend just a few days to finish it. Or so I thought. However, and as I was getting back into my made up story, paragraph after paragraph, line after line, all written back in 2006, when I was alone in my room of my previous house, my stored emotions came back to me, as strong as they were almost 10 years ago.

As I wrote this lines, 12 hours have passed since I finish writing the last words in english, and I must to confess that the task was even more emotional and strenuous that I first imagined.

I can't be the judge for my story or my characters, and declare them good, regular or destined to a literary limbo. But the one thing I'm certain of it,is that I will take them with me, because they made me travel throughout an inner ocean of emotions, joys and feelings, and thanks to them, I could transform them into ink and paper and bytes.


TIMELESS CONSEQUENCES - Chapter 1
Kindle: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B01AF70IXQ/
Paperback: http://www.amazon.com/dp/1522944052/
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