The final preparations for the Writing Workshop are being made and everything is coming together nicely. People are excited, locations are being decided and ideas are coming to life.
As writers we each take a different journey when telling others the stories we create. We have different voices, different approaches. My journey started on the streets of a small town in the mountains almost 17 years ago. My first story was about the moon and the beauty of the night, about the stars and their playful sparkle. A childish story that I still love and treasure, which I keep close to my heart and memories.
When I first walked the streets of Florence I knew that is what I wanted to do for the rest of my life: discover other people’s stories, stories that sometimes can’t be seen, stories that build me as a human being. It’s a rough journey with many more obstacles than one can imagine, involving more pain than joy, but at the end of the day it’s all worth it.
Join me on this amazing journey! Discover your own story, create your own characters and let your imagination guide you towards places you have never imagined.