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Vida sana+Ikigai=Longevidad

Desde hace unas semanas, he iniciado un nuevo proyecto que espero que sirva para aportar algo de contenido y que éste sea de calidad. Concretamente estoy haciendo unos directos en Instagram los jueves a las 20h (hora española) en los que trato diferentes temas. Dichos directos los puedes encontrar en diferido en mi IGTV (@ariel_zorion) o en mi canal de Youtube, al que puedes acceder desde este mismo post. En este último directo del pasado jueves 15 de julio el tema fue el que puedes ver en el título de esta entrada: VIDA SANA+IGIKAI=LONGEVIDAD

En este vídeo, cuyo enlace te dejo a continuación, te cuento los hábitos que según la Neurociencia influyen en nuestra salud, no sólo física, sino también mental para llegar a una edad avanzada con cierta calidad de vida. Estas claves de la longevidad se recogen en una suerte de decálogo que nos ayuda a envejecer de manera digna y con buena salud. Pero no sólo eso, además de ese decálogo, hablamos de la relación del Ikigai con la longevidad. Es probable que te estés preguntando, ¿y qué es el Ikigai? Es un concepto japonés que se relaciona con encontrar el sentido de la vida, pero no en un sentido filosófico o metafórico, sino que se refiere a hallar aquella actividad en la que confluyen nuestras habilidades, lo que aporta algo a los demás y lo que nos hace sentir bien y nos ayuda a lograr nuestra autorrealización.

“Sólo en la actividad querrás vivir cien años”.

Proverbio Japonés

Existe un libro que habla sobre el Ikigai escrito por Francesc Miralles y Héctor García en el que puedes ampliar de manera precisa lo que esbozo en el vídeo cuyo enlace te dejo justo aquí:

Vida sana+Ikigai=longevidad AZ

Te recomiendo también una charla de Francesc Miralles en el programa Aprendemos Juntos de BBVA que seguro que no te decepcionará.

Espero que lo disfrutes y que te resulte útil. Ya sabes que puedes contactar conmigo a través de distintos medios para contarme tu opinión. Puedes dejar tu comentario sobre la entrada más abajo.

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Longevidad

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Recientemente en el maravilloso y longevo (no es casual aquí la palabra) programa Informe Semanal de la 1 de Televisión Española echaron un reportaje maravilloso. En realidad, fue uno de tantos, porque si algo destacaría de este programa es precisamente su calidad.

En este caso, el reportaje hablaba de la esperanza de vida y de cómo las personas de más de cien años han dejado de ser un rara avis para convertirse en algo casi común. De hecho, España en concreto es uno de los ocho países del mundo con más personas en este rango de edad, siendo Japón el rey indiscutible en esta estadística. Supongo que los habitantes de Okinawa engordan mucho esta estadística.

Existe una abundante literatura científica acerca de qué tipo de estilos de vida nos ayudan a tener una mayor esperanza de vida y, no sólo a eso, sino a llegar en las mejores condiciones posibles a edades avanzadas. La alimentación no se le escapa a nadie que es un elemento fundamental, tal vez el pilar en torno al cual gira todo lo demás, pero ni mucho menos es lo único. Cuando hablamos de hábitos de vida saludables nos referimos habitualmente a nuestra salud física pero, ¿qué hay de nuestra salud emocional y mental?

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La práctica habitual de ejercicio físico, beber agua, mantenerse activo a distintos niveles, cultivar relaciones personales enriquecedoras, alejarnos de hábitos tan intoxicantes como el tabaco o el alcohol, así como aprender cosas nuevas e introducir cambios en nuestro día a día son algunas de las claves a tener en cuenta en nuestra forma de vivir. Y leer, leer mucho, una de las pocas actividades que, valga la redundancia, activan todas las áreas de nuestro cerebro al mismo tiempo, según sostiene la neurociencia.

En artículos sucesivos, desglosaré cada una de ellas para mayor profundización. En este que estás leyendo ahora mismo, quiero destacar lo que me llamó la atención ayer de este reportaje. Por un lado, el buen estado general de las personas que entrevistaban de esta edad. Por otro lado, el nexo común entre ellas de esa vida activa hasta el final. Y, por último, su actitud, alejada del pesimismo derrotista y del miedo a la muerte, una actitud que rebosaba ilusión y ganas de vivir porque, mientras estén aquí, lo van a disfrutar con los cinco sentidos.

Me encantó como uno de ellos, un prolífico artista de 85 años, comentaba lo siguiente (de forma aproximada, porque no recuerdo las palabras literales) en relación a sus esculturas: “lo que uno cuenta con más de ochenta años no lo puede contar cuando es más joven. Además, estoy en un momento en que lo que hago quiero hacerlo bien, no por los posibles beneficios u opiniones de otros, sino por que esté bien en sí mismo, de manera intrínseca”.

¿Creéis que llegados a cierta edad nos liberamos de ciertas ataduras? Me encantaría conocer vuestra opinión. Deja tu comentario más abajo o cuéntamelo a través del mail o mis redes sociales.

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Interconnected – Final

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Final Chapter

At about eight o’clock in the evening, the doorbell rang. Who could it be, damn it! In the end, she hadn’t called her, so there was no doubt that it would be Louise knocking on the door. What was she going to do? If she didn’t answer, she would worry even more. But, if she let her in, maybe she would realize it was all a sham and, knowing her as she did, she wasn’t going to stop asking her questions until he found out what was going on.

“Think, think something fast! She’s going to get impatient and she’s liable to call the police if she thinks something serious has happened to you.” Suddenly, her phone rang. She looked at the screen and saw it was Luisa. She waited for it to go to voicemail. She heard her through the door, “Hey, it’s me. I’m really worried about you. I’ve called you countless times today and I’ve sent you several messages. I’m at your door right now and you’re not answering. You’re supposed to be sick, so you should be here. I bought you some dinner, although if you’re sick to your stomach, I don’t think you’d really want it. Well, whatever. Call me, please. If I don’t hear from you in an hour, I’ll come back to your place or do whatever it takes, okay? Take care of yourself. She continued to listen carefully and felt footsteps walking away. All right. Now she really couldn’t get lost. She would have to call her. She would wait a quarter of an hour or so to give her time to get away from her house and, when she answered the phone, she would tell her that he had gone out to get some medicine at the pharmacy near her house and that she had completely forgotten to call her because she had been sleeping most of the day. At least, it was a half-truth not a total and outright lie for, in truth, she had spent much of the day trying to catch up on the sleep she had lost during the night.

“Hello, Luisa. It’s me. I’m sorry I didn’t call you sooner. Yes, I guess you were worried. I think I had something wrong with me last night and I’ve been pretty tossed around all day today. This morning I could hardly get out of bed, but I’m much better now. In fact, I had my cell phone on silent and that’s why I didn’t hear your calls. Yes, I heard in your last message that you had come home. I really appreciate it. I went to the pharmacy for a moment, in case they recommended something. No, I didn’t go to the doctor. I should have, but as I was feeling better, I thought I didn’t need to. Yes, you are right. At least I would have proof for work. I hope nothing happens because you know I never miss anything, so the bosses trust me. Yes, I’m sure tomorrow will be a tough day because I’ll have a lot of work piled up. Well, I’ll take it easy, how was your day?

One thing solved. At work it might not be so simple because there she would have to communicate face to face the reasons that had prevented her from coming in the day before. But she would worry about that the next morning. Now she had other matters to attend to.

She plunged back into the depths of the Internet. She submerged her self and dived with her new personality of radiant self-confidence. What a magical sensation ran through her body! She was as if ecstatic… On Facebook her friends kept growing. She already had almost five hundred, plus two hundred and forty-three twitter followers and fifty-six on Instagram. It seemed that this last one was not his social network, because in it his triumph could be considered more relative. She would not devote much more effort to it. She would focus more on the others. She started sending friend requests at will, while keeping the dating site open in the background. That was the real hot potato for her. Well, she wanted to make herself wait.

She checked her Twitter account. A like here, a retweet there. She was already following over nine hundred people. Well, he had to look for more unwary people willing to play his game. How easy it all turned out to be! She searched for photos of incredible landscapes on the internet and posted them on his Facebook wall, as if they were a testimony of her travels. She came up with something interesting to tell and updated her status. Fantastic! Time to make herself something for dinner because it was almost eleven o’clock and, this time, she couldn’t go to bed too late.

Since she’d only had a sandwich and a glass of milk, it didn’t take her more than twenty minutes to reconnect, including brushing her teeth. “Let’s see who’s still awake yet.” The time had come. First an apology this way for not answering sooner, due to the fact that I had been terribly busy most of the day. Then a “I’ve been looking forward to talking to you” or a “I haven’t been able to get you out of my head since I saw your message.” The situation made her laugh out loud. She was unable to see how sickening it all was.

In the grip of this ephemeral and intoxicating success, she let herself be swept away by another sleepless night. She enjoyed flirting with one and all, ruthlessly jilting some, updating her status, writing absurd tweets… Finally, she went to bed at almost five in the morning. When she arrived at work, as expected, she felt terrible as a result of the accumulated fatigue. The positive part was that it served as a perfect alibi for her, as she seemed to be physically ill. On the negative side, she found it hard to focus, and even harder to maintain her attention. She was continually tempted to be shipwrecked in the depths of the big net. And time after time, she gave in to temptation. She couldn’t remember ever having such an unproductive workday. So what if she didn’t? She had other, more important matters to attend to now.

And the story had only just begun. The descent down the slope was gathering momentum and gathering dangerous speed. The days would pass like a spider’s web. The boundary between the real and the virtual was blurring. Her performance was dropping precipitously and her bosses were becoming worried and impatient. Her contact with the outside world was even less than usual. Interaction with human beings was almost non-existent. It could even be said to be symbolic. She barely exchanged a few words when she had to go shopping because her fridge was absolutely empty. Those words were reduced to a good morning, a thank you and a see you later. Just enough so as not to seem rude, although that also mattered less to her as time went by.

She was less and less interested in the real world and more and more absorbed by virtual reality. And this would get worse after an event that ravaged what little self-esteem she had left. Following an impulse, she went on a date with a man from the dating website she had been communicating with online for some time. She had truly come to believe that her virtual disguise was exactly her size. So her alter ego went to that date dressed and made up as her new self was supposed to be. However, that image didn’t fit her at all, although she was the only one who didn’t seem to notice. On the street, people would stare at her. Human beings can be cruel and indiscreet like that. Her illusion and the blurred reality in which she had immersed herself made her believe that she raised admiration as she passed by. However, the truth was that they looked at the excesses that had coincided to conjure up an impossible image. So much so, that they almost seemed like pieces that did not quite fit together and had been forcibly glued together, as if superimposed by a space and time belonging to different dimensions of realities.

When she arrived at the agreed place, she recognized him instantly. He was much more handsome than he looked in the pictures on the internet. She had made a great choice, there was no doubt about it. Now she was really going to show off in front of all those who had denigrated her in one way or another. Even in front of those who had simply ignored her or left her behind because they thought she was not good enough to belong to their group of friends. Self-confident, unable to comprehend the grotesque thing that her imagination had constructed, she approached him and introduced herself with absolute naturalness and confidence. Obviously, she was a different person, not the shy and lacking in self-confidence she had dragged along for most of the past years.

The expression she observed on the man’s face was not at all what she expected. There was no admiration. There was no desire in his gaze. There was nothing at all of anything she had expected. His reaction was unexpected: “What’s this about, is this a joke? No, I’m sorry. You don’t look anything like the woman in the chat room. Seriously, are you kidding me? How can anyone be so extremely crazy to make all this up? I don’t want anything to do with you. Don’t contact me again, please.” Without further ado, he got up and hurried away without giving her any other option to respond.

She thought she was going crazy. Had it all been a nightmare? She looked in the window of the store next door and, for the first time that day, saw the real result. She ran away to escape the gaze of the curious onlookers. When she got home, she was overcome with rage to the point of exhaustion. Driven by a fury unknown to her, she started screaming as she began to break and throw things. She went back on the internet and started saying all kinds of outrageous things. She wanted to get it off her chest and didn’t care if anyone got hurt along the way. She had nothing to lose. she was going to make herself at home once and for all. She could always invent a new identity and start from scratch again. Millions of interconnections all over the world stretched out at his feet too far to settle for what he had had so far.

To his misfortune, her mind had become disassociated. Her internet addiction was no longer a simple game but a raging, purulent disease that was stealing her life with every breath that fogged his computer screen.

TO BE CONTINUED…

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Hablamos de géneros literarios

El pasado martes 22 de junio inauguramos la serie de charlas en directo a través de Instagram sobre distintos temas relacionados con los libros y la literatura. El primero de ellos versó acerca de los distintos géneros literarios así como el papel de los autores independientes en su transformación. No cabe duda que nuevos géneros híbridos han invadido el mercado y parecen haber venido para quedarse.

Todos los martes a las 16h de Argentina y las 21h de España debatiremos sobre un tema diferente.

Aquí abajo os dejo el enlace. Espero que lo disfrutéis. Espero vuestros comentarios.

https://youtu.be/wnDGNHHUkCw

Lives en Instagram

A partir de este martes 22 de junio de 2021, voy a participar en una serie de lives en instagram junto a un grupo de escritores para hablar de distintos temas relacionados con la literatura. ¡Qué mejor que una charla amena sobre lo que tanto nos gusta!

Por el momento, estos son los temas que tenemos previsto tratar en los próximos directos:

Géneros literariosCreación de personajesRutinas al escribirEl escritor como lectorHerramientas de un escritorCómo organizar un libroEl significado de escribir¿Cuándo está terminado un libro?Libros autoconclusivos y sagasTextos breves: relatos, cuentos.Novela históricaNovela negra vs novela policíacaNovela romántica

Aunque tenemos ya un calendario fijado y está establecido llevarlos a cabo los martes a las 21h en España, 16h en Argentina, es posible que alguna fecha pueda sufrir alguna variación. No os preocupéis que, si fuera así, se avisará por distintos medios.

En cualquier caso, en mi perfil de Instagram iré anunciándolo con tiempo cada semana así como en esta página web, http://www.arielzorion.com

Os espero y ojalá disfrutéis mucho y aprendamos muchas cosas juntos.

RECORDAD: primer live esta noche a las 21h (hora española)

Como siempre, muchas gracias por leer

Interconnected 4

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Chapter 4

She felt guilty for having lied to her. Silvia was always so nice to her… She thought it wasn’t fair to lie to someone like her. She certainly seemed to feel really worried. Surely, if Lucia had answered, it would have been a diametrically different conversation. Maybe she would have even hung up on him before he even had time to say goodbye. Who cares! She couldn’t spend a second more of her time thinking about it. She had a lot of messages to answer and she had to update her wall.

The coffee had been brewing for a while and she hadn’t even noticed. Fortunately, the coffee maker was automatic and, when it was finished, it kept it hot for half an hour and, moreover, without allowing a single drop to spill. Marvels of technology. I could not understand how it was possible that I barely felt tired. I hadn’t slept a wink all night and there I was, without a hint of sleep. I guessed it was the excitement of recent events. She couldn’t wait to get hooked again. So she poured the black coffee into a cup and didn’t even add sugar. She had no time to waste.

On the dating website there were several new developments. Most of the men she had contacted had responded. What nerves! She felt like a Hollywood star desired by all. For the first time in her life, she was going to experience what it was like to reject someone and not just the other way around. There were so many interested parties that she would try different formulas. Of course, after giving them false hope in the first instance.

How would she do it? What criteria could she follow? She thought about it for a few moments. The only thing that was clear to her was that she would discard them one by one without mercy, starting with the most handsome and those who gave off an aura of overconfidence. She was going to get even for years and years of slights. Of course, she would have to be careful because she had to keep an ace up his sleeve. She had to select very well so that, in the end, she could keep two or three who might really be worth her while. Perhaps, men a little more normal, whom she would not mind getting to know in person, if the occasion arose. And, above all, someone who could accept her as she really was.

Eleven o’clock in the morning. Her eyelids began to feel heavy. She would lie down to rest for a while, although she didn’t want to sleep too much because, the next day, she wouldn’t be able to get away from work again and she wanted to make the most of the time available. On the other hand, there was no one else in her office but her, and she had a computer with a high-speed Internet connection. She could log on there, who could tell? Wow, being invisible had its advantages, finally.

She fell asleep almost instantly. She woke up at almost 4:30 p.m. Damn it! She should have set an alarm. Well, there was no solution to that anymore. She looked at her cell phone and saw that there were several calls and messages from Luisa. Apparently, she had found out that he hadn’t gone to work. Taking advantage of the fact that she had to visit a client near her office, she had stopped by to invite her for a coffee and wanted to know how she was doing. She even “threatened” to stop by her house late in the afternoon to pay her a visit and help her, if she needed anything. “No, thank you Luisa. I already have what I need. I don’t want your pity.”

She decided she would call her later. Let her suffer some more and feel guilty. A pang of remorse shot through her chest. Why was she so vindictive? How could she harbor so much resentment inside her? After all, Luisa had always been a good friend. They had known each other since school and she had always been there, even in the worst of times, like when she went through a depression. It had been a very hard time, but she had never let her down. She should be happy that she had met Daniel. She deserved to be happy. That was the truth.

She would call her right away. First she would wash his face a little to clear her head. She walked over to the table where she had the computer with her cell phone in her hand. She thought she could talk to Luisa while she checked the latest news that the Internet had to offer. However, before dialing her number, she was hooked again and forgot all about it.

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La Hora del Ocaso to be translated into English

I’m excited about this news because it’s like a dream comes true. To see one of your novels translated and adapted to another language is something unparalleled. I can tell you that, as a deadline, it is expected to be available by the beginning of October if everything goes well. You know that with deadlines you have to be careful because they are not always definitive, since a thousand unforeseen events can arise and ruin what you had planned.

I am very lucky to have a professional who has worked with different Spanish universities and companies and has even worked on the translation and adaptation of some European independent films.

This may be a definitive boost for a novel in which I have put a lot of illusion and in which I think I have tested my limits, especially because it is the one that opens a trilogy, something I had not done to date.

The Twilight Case Trilogy is framed within the thriller genre. It takes place mainly in Carmel-by-the-Sea, a small town in Northern California with an undeniable charm. Throughout the three novels that make up this trilogy, you will be able to live in first person the personal evolution of the characters, which have been defined with a deep psychological basis.

If you are interested in knowing more about these novels (the last one will be available in summer), you can visit my Amazon page and get to know the rest of my novels. I hope you enjoy and join me in this great step that is turning La Hora Del Ocaso into The Twilight Case.

La Hora del Ocaso se traducirá al inglés

Estoy entusiasmada con esta noticia porque es como un sueño que se hace realidad. Ver una de tus novelas traducida y adaptada a otro idioma es algo inigualable. Puedo avanzaros que, como fecha límite, está previsto que esté disponible para principios del mes de octubre si todo va bien. Ya sabéis que con esto de los plazos hay que tener cuidado porque no siempre son definitivos, ya que pueden surgir mil imprevistos y dar al traste con lo que tenías previsto.

Tengo la enorme suerte de contar con un profesional que ha trabajado con distintas universidades españolas y empresas e, incluso, ha trabajado en la traducción y adaptación de alguna película europea de las que se enmarcan dentro del cine independiente.

Puede que esto sea un impulso definitivo para una novela en la que he puesto mucha ilusión y en la que creo que he puesto a prueba mis límites, especialmente porque es la que abre una trilogía, algo que no había hecho hasta la fecha.

La Trilogía del Ocaso se enmarca dentro del género del thriller. Transcurre principalmente en Carmel-by-the-Sea, una pequeña localidad del norte de California con un encanto indudable. A lo largo de las tres novelas que componen dicha trilogía, podrás vivir en primera persona la evolución personal de los personajes, los cuales han sido definidos con una profunda base psicológica.

Si estáis interesados en conocer más sobre estas novelas (la última estará disponible en verano), podéis visitar mi página de Amazon y conocer el resto de mis novelas. Espero que disfrutéis mucho y me acompañéis en este gran paso que es el convertir La Hora Del Ocaso en The Twilight Case.

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Chapter 3

Suddenly, a message popped up on her screen. Unbelievable! There was a man interested in contacting her. Wow! And according to his profile picture, he was incredibly attractive. Although, perhaps, he had used the same ploy as she had and none of what appeared before her screen was true. And what did she care about that? They didn’t need to see each other. They say that one lives by illusion too, so there was no reason to break the spell.

Before his mind wandered any further into the quicksand of imagination, he decided he would read the message she had left him. He wanted them to talk and get to know each other over chat, but he wouldn’t rule out seeing each other someday. “What time is good for you if we connect?” the attractive stranger asked her. “For you, I have all the time available. I’m looking forward to meeting you. I can’t wait.” Unbelievable. She had him eating out of her hand.

Suddenly, her computer seemed to go crazy. Multiple messages kept popping up from different networks: Ray Loco and you are now friends; Rubén Sánchez has written on your wall; @lovers is now following you… There were even invitations to events and friend requests. How could he have been missing out on such an exciting life for so long? Compulsively she started replying to all those who had contacted her. She sent them stickers and emoticons of all kinds. She followed the conversations and pretended to be interesting to keep them hooked. Were they all loners like her? Maybe they were. A bunch of loners who, navigating the boundless ocean of the internet, managed to get afloat and find an escape from their loneliness.

She hadn’t even realized that it was already the wee hours of the morning. And the next day he would have to get up early for work. Or maybe not? He had always been punctual. He had rarely missed work, as he was extremely responsible, and only when he was really ill and the illness on duty prevented him from even getting out of bed, had he been absent. Who would suspect that it was a lie if she called in sick? Worst of all, in reality, unbeknownst to her, she was actually starting to get sick.

What would she tell them? What excuse would she make? It would have to be something that was believable and not one of those lies that you get tangled up in and don’t know where to get out. All right, then. Something simple, then. Maybe indigestion. That was a common and relatively frequent occurrence. To be perfectly honest, it wasn’t a one hundred percent lie because what he was finding indigestible was the internet and its wide range of possibilities, its endless menu of opportunities to meet people from every corner of the world. He had a self-esteem problem, as he had never tasted this exquisite delicacy that has accompanied others almost from the cradle.

Finally, he didn’t even get to sleep all night. It occurred to her that it was easier to stay awake than to try to get up when the alarm clock went off, which would happen a couple of hours later. Her ritual of compulsive interactions, some even to some extent risky, continued relentlessly. She was out of her mind. He hadn’t even noticed that his legs were slightly numb from lack of movement until he got up to make himself a strong black coffee. While the coffee pot did its work, she called the office. She had to put on a sick voice. I hope Lucia didn’t answer because I couldn’t stand her. Always so sure of herself, with her perfectly combed hair, her intense makeup that hid any hint of imperfection on her face, her miniskirts and her impossible heels.

Two rings rang and Silvia answered on the third. Thank goodness! She felt a great relief. Surely Lucia would have given her some inopportune and unpleasant comment. However, Silvia had always been very kind to her. It could not be said that they were friends, although she considered her a good companion. She helped her in any way she could and always came over to invite her to take a break when several of them had arranged to meet for coffee in the break room. Despite this, she had rarely gone because she was so embarrassed that she felt her legs were weak. So, most of the time, she saved herself the embarrassment and took the break alone.

I’m so sorry to hear that you are sick! -Silvia replied. Don’t worry about anything, just take care of yourself, okay? I’m sure tomorrow you’ll be as happy as a lark. My sister was like that last week and the doctor told her there was a virus that lasts twenty-four hours and attacks mainly the stomach. Maybe it’s the same thing. Well, in any case, I hope you feel better very soon.

TO BE CONTINUED…

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Joint Reading – La Hora Del Ocaso – 2nd week

I don’t even know how to qualify this second session of the Joint Reading of La Hora del Ocaso (coming soon in English). Surprising, imaginative, fun, intense, enriching… I don’t think any of these adjectives come close to a good definition. Of course, what there is no doubt about is that this is a very dynamic group with a high dose of imagination. It was absolutely amazing how many ideas and theories they had. In addition, I really liked the way the session flowed, with very interesting and constructive comments. And, if in the first session there was a live questionnaire about what they thought about a certain character, in this one what was done was a list of possible suspects. IMPRESSIVE!

Above all, I would highlight the different impressions that the protagonists leave in each one, the events that are narrated in the story and the paths that each one considers that it will continue. Here one realizes the richness of diversity, since these very different ways of seeing the same book makes its life multiply exponentially and transforms it into something much more than a story compressed into a specific number of pages.

This experience is unique, without a doubt. Even observe the pace of reading of each one, since most stick to the goals and some can not resist and continues to move forward even to reach the end (I would be in the latter group, almost without hesitation).

Perhaps it is a good exercise for any author to get out of the comfort zone, since writing is primarily a solitary activity that requires, in addition, some introspection. I am infinitely grateful for the involvement of the participants and all the contributions they make.

Next week, we have a new session. I will let you know my impressions….

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