Typical Price Of A Starter

ALWAYS THERE? Moods of a blogger ...

As soon as I enter my office, small click on the small blue button, press ... little click on the Internet; small click on email:
Nani nani nana

And blablabla ... STILL NOTHING! Small

click on Myspace
Blablabla ... ... ...
Nnananananan
STILL NOTHING! Click on Small


Facebook ... Ah, yes? well ... well ... Little

click on the BLOG .... text last, penultimate, antepenultimate, comments
... STILL NOTHING!


Then I think of my master, Paul Valery ...
" Impatience said he (I can not remember who and I do not know where. ..) impatience is not a state of mind of writer "
Neither of Besides probably musician, probably
Neither painter, educator

Ni Ni Ni trainer ...

therefore blogger,

Neither a blogger that before publishing his text on the blog editor, recorded in the draft of blog editor, and then save it as a draft on the publisher has tapped the Word, and before typing it on Word was shot in his head, and before turning in his head his cluttered office "post it" and before writing the "post it" has furnished his insomnia scraps of sentences to be noted without fail and who and who ... ...

...... WARRANTS UNQUESTIONABLY to be a writer!

At least that seems like the friend Alceste Misanthrope vinegar and piss, but notwithstanding, provided a strong sense:

"Come! Madam! TIME does not matter! "

So who to believe??

In support A tribute to the patience , this is a very pretty story which our little fond ....

Her name is STILL THERE!
It was written and drawn by Christian Woltz
For Editions du Rouergue

Mr. Louis A gardener plants a seed in the ground carefully,

. ..

not a huge concern (yes more "caring" as it applies with all his heart to perform all the conditions it likes, the tiny seed!)

After he waits. No! it L ' waiting because small seeds like to be expected ...

Day after day, he waits ...

He was lucky (????) of be assisted in this expectation by Bird ...

Mr. Louis explains that he must be patient ...

But nevertheless find it very long!

Then He finds it too long!
And finally decides it is not worth it to come back the next day ... The next day ... maybe!

I'll let you guess why the day after there is still nothing ...

(I'll give you a hint: the bird was in love ...)

The moral of this story?

it have to be patient?

it must be the length?

it should never give up?

it must be wary of love?

I have always found in any case, despite the laughter of children when they understand why and how, this silvery laugh that belongs to them, and that always makes me melt that was finally (or rather too?) a story for adults, even the great aging: warning never to resign himself to what he can no longer super, they had expected or even dreamed ...