I Didn?t Know My Dad Was A Writer

I do not know if my father is a writer, but when I read an article that I thought was taken directly from my father's mouth, I was shocked. My father and writer may be neighbors unless it is the four states between Ohio and Texas. This article is about the writer Scott Russell Sanders about trying to understand what women think they are missing; in his experience men 's life has little privilege. I am related to the idea of ​​the author in all aspects. I have heard these stories since I was two years old and I have seen it all in my mind so it is impossible to contact me.

Since I came up with the idea of ​​creating a fictitious society in my home country (Mexico), I put my story in the world ruled by fascist dictators like Hitler. I do not know whether such a world is possible or what it looks like. Therefore, it is really fun to explore this idea and play the role of Mexican dictator. This November will be my first NaNoWriMo, so I started with a lot of questions. I did not reach the average number of words in 1,667 words a day, so I almost got disappointed in the first week. Nonetheless, I succeeded in writing a writing date, which made a great discount on my words. When you see my statistics, you will find that I am behind the schedule for a month.

In the next 15 days, life is dark. I did not receive any phone call from Elisa, told my mother, I often go to class, did not meet after school, I did not reply to my message, I told her not to say a word It was. This is very harmful for me. I do not know what she is thinking about me. Life is complicated. It seems that she has forgotten me on these silent days. I do not want this to happen. I would like her to think of me at every moment in my life. Then there is a day of graduation. Everyone is pleased to go to a different place, make new friends and do something similar. The only depressed people are Elisa and I. It is difficult to make me stumble at these happy moments. I do not want to think about other things except that I love her unconditionally and unconditionally. I do not want to go to Alaska to her. I hope that she is with me until my presence

When I was in the first grade of elementary school my parents stayed apart, but when I asked them to spend the day with my friends, I always felt guilty, so I did not ask. I did not have any problems with the question, but at the time, I felt guilt even when I thought about the question. For me and my brother, this is a very difficult time. We learned how to help each other out there. We do not know the reason why half of the incident happened, but we accepted them. No one explained to us what had happened, and we did not ask. My brother and I are trying my best to compensate what I am doing and to enjoy what I can do.