Stranded

stranded

The story that neglected me..and became a novel

When I started writing this novel, I discovered the so-called “migration while writing.” When writing it, I thought that I had left to a place I don’t know.. I visited many places, some of which were like the remains of ancient cities, while others were vast expanses as if they were endless space. ..

Those cities did not have clear names, nor did the places have maps preserved in memory... So I don't know where I went while writing, nor where I came back....

But I am sure that I have detached myself from the gravity that is said to bind us to the earth, to the point that I felt like I had been out of my body for hours. And that I was overgrown with words and events to the point of harmful... That noise was restless, as if a group of characters were telling me their stories at the same time and chattering in front of me non-stop... until I became easy prey for anxiety, and my tension was increasing whenever a phrase fell from them without writing it.. As if the words were flying over my head like swarms of bees... Some words come with a very harmful noise...

I would wake up from my sleep to write, stop at the side of the road to write, use red lights to write, end a phone conversation to write, and cut out a meal to write.

Then all of that vanished... with the writing of the last word in this story that I neglected... and it became a novel!