Writer In Florence Ela Vasilescu

Day 17 – Diary entry


10.30 in the morning; I drag my body into the kitchen and start making breakfast (who am kidding, I just pull out Ephia’s yogurt from the refrigerator, place some biscuits on her little plate and one in my mouth). After the complicated process of making breakfast, I am ready to start our usual routine: getting dressed, potty training, feeding her, talking, laughing a lot, going out; boring stuff like that. By the time we get back for lunch I am exhausted, although it doesn’t seem like I did that much. My two hour break, while she naps, arrives pretty quickly and I start jumping up and down metaphorically speaking, not knowing what to do with that time. Sometimes, I inhale a cigarette and eat, then jump in bed and watch a few episodes of Friends (oh yeah, I am a Friends freak) but most of the times I just freak out and try to do everything and I end up doing nothing. Nap time over, so we start all over again: getting dressed, eating, going out, having coffee with D in our usual corner spot at the bar, while Ephia is playing with the bartender. Dinner is almost always preceded by a jumping in bed and laughing ritual that goes on until bath time and then of course bed time for her.

11.30 pm, the crisis of starting to write as much as I can, listening to the recording from the last interview, editing some translated pieces, looking for a job, overcomes me and time becomes my enemy. 3 am – not a sound in the house except that annoying one that my keyboard makes while I try to finish everything and close my eyes.

So there you have it; a regular day with normal routines and no twists or turns except the struggle to be more then you can be and do more then you have time to do it. Of course this normal day I am talking about doesn’t happen as often as I would wish, but today was one of those days and it was pretty fun.

About the author

Ela Vasilescu

I’m a writer based in Florence, Italy.

Human nature inspires me, different cultures, traditions, folk stories and the differences which make us unique. Documenting stories is a privilege, a glimpse into humanity, an unforgettable experience, one which I embrace and honour every day.

If you have a story twitching in the back of your pocket, one that is ready to be told, shared and heard, chances are I will be ready to listen; so don’t hesitate to send me an email.

Add comment

Writer In Florence Ela Vasilescu