When I first saw her, I didn’t realized how special she was- or, at least, how special she could be.
No, I just walked past her toward the bus stop. Waiting there, I found that my eyes moved back to her. Not, just once, but at least five times, and it would became staring if it wasn’t for my bus to arrive.
The second time I saw her -I was eating an ice cream in the city- I suddenly knew why her picture was almost constant in my mind. She was perfect! Perfect for my latest story.
Oh, yes, I am a story teller, a writer, some one who plays with facts, reality and fantasy.
So based on looks, she was perfect, but now the hardest part… How should I name her, what would the adventure be, what to use as setting, et cetera, et cetera.
You see, writing a story isn’t easy. It’s not something every body can do. And not every story that’s been written by those who cán, will see the light, the printing plate and the bookstore.
Where was I? Oh, right, how to name her. Well, that is a great thing: to come up with the perfect name. Most of the times it won’t be perfect, but will it be suitable. First of all, I really don’t like the so-called ‘booknames’. No, really, I don’t. No Sophie’s, Sarah’s, Elena’s and Melanie’ s for me. I like the names a little bit different, but not hard to pronounce. So you can write some names down, mix them and sometimes –just sometimes- you have found your name. Or, you just… No, I’m not going to tell everything, differently everyone will think he/she can write a story and we all know that that’s just not true.
to be continued...
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