When you are talking with a person, after a few minutes you can realize that he/she's completely crazy, looking at you like if you were an alien, or like if he/she was an alien. However, you can state he/she ain't normal. Chances are that if you ask if he/she is a writer the answer will be "no", but if you dig deeper asking if he/she wrote something, those "two or three novels, but badly written, a collection of short stories still unfinished, plus a screenplay to edited" will come up. He/she disappears for long periods without an explanation, switching his/her mobile off and staying offline or at least not replying to emails and messages. Eternally on a rush, he/she spends his/her life running between errands with the hope to finish them all on time to seat down and, finally, live. Namely, to write. Call him/her 20 times doesn't work, if he/she's writing your bean soup can even reach the evaporation point, the writer won't move from the
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