Then asked me how moving new novel. I complained that he could and offered to read very old. It is terrible to think, has already passed more than 12 years since I started writing it. And 11 as cast.
He wrote for himself. Fitfully between work. Influenced by William Gibson, you can be familiar, such as adaptation of his short story ... Cyberpunk - all the strange and difficult genre. It is now almost no one writes. It is fashionable to write alternativku, at worst fantasy or kosmoopery.
Posted by female pseudo, this character, I was pumped into the network for a long time, unable to part with it permanently. His early literary work is posted under the following data that does not shine like a real name. Ironically, of all the shared texts, this is what the novel was not at all the claims, and in samizdat like poke his nose in the problem areas.
A year after I started writing the second part went quite hard, and then I changed jobs and gave up a novel. Three years later, tried to come back to it - not flooded. So put in a drawer and forgotten. But the first part of the whole greater than the size of Confession. Although, as correctly wrote Robert Louis Stevenson in his essay ' My First Book. Treasure Island ', the main thing - is to finish a novel. I recommend to all beginning writers of this essay, but in Russian it is not in the network, but in the older editions of Islands it is a preface by the author.
- What is your name? . The young man, squinting in the bright light the lamp, moved closer to the wall.
- I ask, what's your name?. And what a difference!. Wake up moron! .
An did not respond, and the policeman bent over to grab the boy by the collar. An ducked and bit the hand of the law guardian. Bitten, sparing no effort: from the wound gushed blood spattering on the rags, which the boy was covered.
- Y, young one! . When the boy was taken to the police station, the doctor lifted the sheet only, chuckled, looking at the bloody mess, and muttered:.
- The Morgue.
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