Location: Mariano Comense, a village in the Brianza
Education: School Diploma
Transport: bicycle, in case of rain, a Fiat Punto hatchback Ages 36 and its outstanding rate!
Favorite Sport: Trekking
favorite author: Paulo Coelho
favorite novel: "Siddhartha" by Herman Hesse
He wanted to be: the guy who invented the cocktail "Wrong Negroni
Omar Cats CV
My name is Omar and I have a passion: writing. I write because I love it and because I am convinced that we must do so if he feels the need. The writing love solitude, my thoughts that accompany the sound of computer keys, in the silence of the shimmering white of the blank page on the screen. To see her slowly color of words, followed by another and then another, is a subtle satisfaction.
I started writing by accident, without even knowing where I would bring my passion. At first it was only articles on electronic music on the site http://www.noisymusic.it/ . A great design, fresh and new, too bad it took flight and has finished in the tray of things lost and forgotten. Pity, because we believed, all who have invested time and money.
Then, one afternoon in January of 2008, on Las Ramblas in Barcelona, \u200b\u200bit was like something had stirred in me. I was alone, in one of those trips that I had got loose, lost for the city. I saw my reflection in a window of the center and the image framed a guy tired, worn but proud of her experiences. I thought as a friend, stopped cold at the same place as always, talking about the same arguments as always, asking the same questions of all time. Like a whirlwind that left no room for anything else, a short story is born within me. I wrote all of the project, in English, on a napkin with a pencil in stolen hotel. It is said that Bob Dylan had composed "Blowin in the Wind" in the same way but I will not commit the sin of vanity. That I still have the napkin and I never changed, I did not even correct grammatical errors.
From that day I have not stopped since. From a similar experience I gained my first book, a story of a boy who goes to Spain to chase a love. When I was in my hands the first draft, I was afraid. It 's easy when dreams are such vague aspirations that one day will come and realize that, but when they present themselves and say "here I am, wanted to become a writer? At that time, get moving, "all becomes complicated. The book was born in a few weeks and I remember those days as very difficult, because they sit at the computer became more and more complicated. "Who do you think you are?" I told myself all the time, "you're not a writer, the artist do not waste your time and think rather than going out with friends, who are already twenty minutes waiting for you." Things like that flashed in my head from one page to another. But the thrill of writing is stronger and despite the qualms and I made it unnecessary paranoia.
's second novel has had a more complicated story. I wanted to write about a musician, a saxophonist, because I love that instrument, its sound romantic. A man who was lost, and that only love would save him. I was ordered to the story laden with tales of my father, who as a child made me dream of his life telling the Athenians, under the regime of the colonels, when business had been forced to live there. I wanted to bring back his emotions, transferring them to my characters. It 'was hard, it took me over a year, many unfinished drafts and many ideas left out but I think I got a good result. In fact it is the book I love most. It 's my novel, but not necessarily think I belong. I sincerely believe that my name on the cover means little or nothing. A book is every know to convert to personal emotion.
In recent years I have traveled so far, with friends or alone and I always wanted my novels set in places I had seen in first person, describing my emotions and feelings. I wrote detective stories and film noir, between Paris and Lisbon, imagining crimes and trafficking of diamonds in a dingy bar at Place Saint Germain. I practiced taking part in various competitions and tests on a variety of genres. I brought my writings to publishing houses but if I had not paid big bucks no one would bet on an unknown. A house I also proposed to buy the rights and publish the novel under another name, an author most quoted, it would sell more Mr. a nobody like me.
I promised that I would never get paid. If I had some satisfaction from this accursed passion from which I can not break out, it was thanks to my talent and not my money. I decided to self-publish, investing much time and some savings, so that my passion could take off, if I had the ability. For the time is still practicing, but some small ride in the sky has already done so, pending the great migrations.
My greatest achievement will always be tied to the story of a small dealer, I wrote on the nights of Christmas a year ago. Why I won thanks to writing what was to become my girlfriend and that will accompany my life as a writer but also as a man. And this is much more important than any sale.
In April 2010 I left alone at the time of Santiago, with a backpack too heavy and a total confusion in his head. After 30 days and 813 km walk I reached the city under a sky-colored diamond. One of the most intense experiences of my life. Since those days I took the book "the silence of a million steps," where I wanted to include the many lessons the journey taught me.
Now what the future holds I do not know how Nobody knows. I have many ideas, too much given the time available. Maybe I'll write another novel, maybe two more, or my creativity is drained. I honestly do not care. I had a dream and in life was to become a writer. If you, gentle reader, did you stop on the pages of this blog to read a little something, it means that my dream I've already made.
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