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THE NEXT DAY I WENT reluctantly to the Jordan. It was one of those days as a writer. I was not even interested. He waved.
—How are your books?
—Terrible.
—Really?
—Well, not quite, that is, the books are very well, I’m very happy with what I write, but it seems the readers won’t come. Not that my books are not enjoyed, those who read them like them, or they tell me they like them, maybe because they pity me, God knows, but they don’t buy the books.
—So what?
—I don’t know why, but if you don’t you cannot publish your new book. And I want to publish. It’s crucial for me.
Eva passed by and did not greet me. It was very rare. Pisces was also the least interesting that day. Writers are the worst characters.
And suddenly there I saw the end of the story. I saw everything. I went hurriedly to write. That is the moment when I started writing this book.
I am not telling it to you yet (of course, it is the end and if I tell it to you now it would not be the end), but many readers tend to read the end first, and others even begin by the end. Well, from now on, you can go directly to the end. And now we have a book a la carte, whoever wants to read three chapters and go to the end, it will be a short story, others in between, they’ll get a short novel, and others will read everything patiently and follow me. Each reader according to the time he has and all for one. United we read!
Let’s see if that attracts readers.