Some years ago, I took a fountain pen and a notebook and you know what happens when you do that? I was sitting outside, listening to the birds, and I wrote a hundred pages, it took me one day. It is about a girl, she wakes up in the morning, she drinks some coffee, and then she goes outside and jogs, in her shorts, and when she comes back home, she has got so much endorphine in her brain, she can write super fast. So what does she write about? Some pleasant memories, very cool things, like being in the forest, when you are a child and describing the chestnut trees, and all kinds of stories. Then I decided I needed a painting to illustrate the book and a friend did it for me because I cannot paint. But I think writing is like painting. I think writing, is a sportive thing. I am starting to write a new book right now, here is the beginning, but I am talking about the one I wrote a few years ago because now I don’t jog anymore, I swim, I think there is not one single rude word in it, but the new one, perhaps, not sure, I don’t really write the way I speak, I write a little more the way I think and when I think I don’t use rude words, not that I know of. I mean, when you write, it is like you are walking on a path that is yours, and you think of all the beauty you see, or about some funny things, or some amazing… things, I mean I am talking for my self; it is like when you are walking in the forest you don’t throw things on the ground, the brain of the other one is not a bin, it is like if you wanna talk to me write a doodle first haha
