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Guri Malla
The stories come before dawn, hours before the alarm is set to go off, while it is still dark outside and everyone else is sleeping. They wake me and then refuse to leave me be until I have promise...view moreThe stories come before dawn, hours before the alarm is set to go off, while it is still dark outside and everyone else is sleeping. They wake me and then refuse to leave me be until I have promised to write them down as soon as I get up.
There's nothing I can do.
As much as I would have loved to go back to sleep, instead I just move over and make room for them on the pillow next to me. They fill my head with images and lines, some in detail and others vague. I try to reason with them, beg them to please, speak one at a time, and please, try to be logical and coherent enough that I can make this into a book that someone will want to read.
They never listen.
But I do. I have to.
Since dawn and the dreaded alarm always comes before they have told the story all the way to the end, I never get to hear how it all turns out. The only way I can find out what happens to all these characters that they have told me about is through writing the books.
This might not be how real authors do it, I know. But that is where my books come from. That hour between 3 and 4 AM, when the night is at its darkest and the world is quiet enough for the stories to make themselves heard.view less