{"id":7564,"date":"2025-09-09T21:47:24","date_gmt":"2025-09-09T19:47:24","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/florealpeleato.com\/writing\/"},"modified":"2025-09-17T18:44:27","modified_gmt":"2025-09-17T16:44:27","slug":"writing","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/florealpeleato.com\/en\/writing\/","title":{"rendered":"Writing"},"content":{"rendered":"\t\t
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Literary fiction “fell on me” without even experiencing a “vocation.” I had no choice but to write to free myself from what was sprouting inside me. Until then, I was a happy reader. Since then, if a book captivates me, the enjoyment is enhanced, but if I dislike it, my boredom, discouragement, or anger are much greater. <\/p>

It is difficult to describe such an activity idealized by those who do not know it. Joseph Conrad was right when he said: “My wife does not understand that I am working when I look out the window.” <\/p>

I started by writing short stories, some of which were collected in a book (Seven Voices), and then I returned to a long-winded story, deeply rooted and of slow emergence. The writing process was consolidated thanks to numerous historical, and I don’t know whether to call them anthropological, readings, to give birth to the novel entitled The Circle of the Winds set between 1791 and 1806 in the Great Plains of the United States. <\/p>

On the other hand, without knowing how, step by step, I wrote more than fifty articles published in the film magazine Positif.<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t

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