Simple metaphor and pretty well done..
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As a legend says, Gabriel García Márquez (1927), who worked as a journalist, when turned 32 years old, sat down to table and said:
“That’s it. I will not go at work, I will not go for any stuffs at all.
I will not rise from the table till I write a novel.”
“But how about us?”, asked his wife with child.
“Just as you like!” answered Márquez. /In his novella No One Writes to the Colonel in similar situation the character answers to his wife who asked “Wheat we should eat?” – “Shit.”/
To Márquez’ wife’ credit be it said, she didn’t argue. She started working and bringing stuffs on herself. A year or two. This way the novel One Hundred Years of Solitude was written.
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