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The creative writing

The writing is a path that we know where it starts but not where it takes us. It 's a continuous flow of life on paper as we download the registration of the world which is revealed to us constantly.

Writing is a passion that produces joy, when we tell our inner time in its continuous evolution is completely different from what happens outside.

are beginning to write for a fact triggering a particular moment of our lives, during which he set in motion a chain reaction and actions that can not stop, we can simply accept it and turn this world into something 'else.

The writer English Virginia Woolf lived in the middle of this experience. He was born in 1882 at the age of thirteen he lost his mother, a fact that influenced his life. Added to this was the pressure of war that she never accepted and led to severe depression. His difficulty was to live a world that was close to the rapidly changing society of the century and also as a result of the war that left all others in total existential confusion. The traditional novel

no longer met the needs of neither time nor those who were unable to contain the flow of his inner life. She needed to record the memories, dreams and desires that continually unfold inside her and processing. He needed a new scheme and found him in the interior monologue, which was not a search of the past, present and future, but a time of thrills and that does not take into account the external changes us in the meantime. In our inner time not grow old, we're just in constant growth.

In his novel "Mrs.Dalloway", the main character Clarissa, in the midst of a party is informed by his doctor that his patient friend, Septimius, the man who would have liked but did not marry, you committed suicide and she continues to linger in spite of everything there, ran the receipt not for lack of respect or cynicism, but simply to reaffirm life with his creativity and oppose it to death. A path, this, that carries through writing that reveals itself as the only way to bring out our inner life so different, twisted and continuous with respect to our world esterno.Virginia used to say: "I am made and remade continuously" .

The kind of novel that Virginia was built very different than the traditional closed in a plate too small to contain his vitality. His illness began with a heavy grief never digested to which was added the horror of war. Writing for her was how to reconcile his time outside, to bring out that inner world that is completely flooded.

The writing was born with bullying and we can not help but satisfy this need. Our imagination when it sets out to build something entirely new to our experience, it must draw on the same source was talking about Virginia, made of dreams, desires and emotions which created the characters of the stories, which are children of Our inner journey.

In inner space, outer space of the unsaid, Virginia puts even love and death and can not stand that the time to take away the love and the face of approaching death and to appease his anxiety of living needs to stop looking at the water that flows almost like his thoughts, as a river cliff, which is broken on the stones of her bed. The writing becomes almost

testimononianza the flow of inner life, although done in a silent, and the writing is the only one to pick up this continuous flow of energy that otherwise would remain unknown territory.

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