Writer In Florence Ela Vasilescu

Day 44 – Artists, cemetery, wine and plain nothing


What does one write about when one has nothing to say about anything? Should I ramble on about something that everyone would be interested in reading? Or should I write something cheesy, just to fill in the day. Yeah, you are right, it was Monday and that means Writers Group meeting, at the church or in the cemetery and lots of wine (lately a little bit of porn too). Doesn’t that sound a bit awkward? Well, we can always use the excuse that writers/artists are weird or awkward and sometimes a little not human. Isn’t that a cheesy line? I think artists can get away with pretty much anything, although I know certain people who are plain strange and nuts.

Look at me talking about artists all confident and cocky. That is a subject I should avoid for a long time. I should be a nice girl and say that artists are amazing just by being who they are and that is actually true, but let’s face it, normal people don’t get the amazing factor when they hear an artist speak; they only hear the weirdness and the craziness. But then again that’s why they go to theater and shows and art galleries or read books. Or isn’t that the reason?

So, as far as you can see, I have no idea what I am talking about today and I will stop before I go down a lane no one wants to share with me. Until tomorrow.

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.


Writer In Florence Ela Vasilescu