Reflections

Hello everyone and welcome back to the blog. First of all, best wishes to all the women and a kiss, actually two, figuratively, of course. 😘 Now let's get back to talking about me and my reflections. I've noticed that, when talking about my novel, I often repeat myself. Oh, I forgot: you're probably wondering which novel we're talking about, but "Extraordinarily Parallel Lives". 😁 There are repetitions, it's true, and I always emphasize it too much that I appreciate it very much; I say it's beautiful and worth reading. In practice, it's all true, but this is how I see it, and I can't tell you what I don't see. 🤓 Of course I put it on a pedestal, of course I cuddle it like a precious object, which for me it is, and I will always speak well of it. Let's take an example: two people who have been together for fifty years will still tell each other sometimes that they love each other, that they care about each other, because words are important, not just the written ones, but also the spoken ones. And I adore what I've written, I feel it's mine, and until someone comes along to open my eyes, that's how it will be for me. Speaking of opening my eyes, 😯 I could have the novel read by professionals to have them write a review, to publicize it and make it much more known than it is now. But my fear, without having to be ashamed of it, is that these professionals might tear it apart in a few sentences, thus causing me to end my electrifying journey. 🤪 And so I said that if one day I want to have someone read it who can evaluate it, I could do so even in a year or two. "Of course, always time permitting." Time is very precious in real life as in novels, or for me who always seems to lack it or have little of it left. 😕 While we're at it, let me repeat this: I had the novel published because I had written it and it had been there for five years. And time always comes back to count, and quite a lot, because I'm no longer twenty and I didn't want it all to go to waste, and so I'm trying to put everything back in order a bit. Now I'll tell you something and I don't know if I've already told you, also because my memory isn't what it used to be. When the novel came out, right at the beginning, I was a little disappointed because I had hoped I'd sell many more. I had said it on social media, I had some flyers printed and distributed them around town, and I thought that was enough, given that I don't live in a town of twenty thousand people, but much less. But then, after the first month, my eyes opened, and I said to myself: "Of course, Paolo, some acquaintance or friend in town must have seen the flyer or heard about it through conversation, and they must have figured out whose nickname the book belonged to." But that wasn't enough, and I wondered why. The answer was right before my eyes: a person buys a book, a magazine, a newspaper to read it, not because they're friends with the shopkeeper or the newsagent. Well, at that point, I felt reassured, but I also thought that achieving what I had thought would be difficult. And well, it will mean that it will take five or six years instead of a year, because what I had thought is not that far from what I declared in some previous post. And I repeat: don't buy it for me, but to read it. Before I say goodbye, I want to extend another heartfelt wish to all the women who have my deepest admiration and respect, 😘 especially those who work and then return home to raise families of three, four, or more. Well, no offense to the others, but they are heroines. Many sincere and loving wishes, and a kiss, or rather two. 🥰 Now I'll say goodbye, and see you in the next post. Bye, bye. 🤗

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