I want to write. I've already told my mother: That's what I want to do-write. No...

I want to write. I've already told my mother: That's what I want to do-write. No answer the first time. Then she asks, Write what? I say, Books, novels. {...} She's against it, it's not worthy, it's not real work, it's nonsense. Later she said, A childish idea.

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