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Day 288 – Never ending project

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I woke up today breathing in the morning’s sunshine. I took my daughter for a walk and thought this is a good day to just have fun and relax. But then the phone rang and reality hit me with a lot of deadlines that have to be met by the end of the week, so no minutes to spear. The 72 days that are left from this project are starting to kill me. I honestly thought that the ending won’t...

Day 285 – Echo

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I feel just like that, like an echo. Everything I do or say, either good or bad, comes back to haunt me. Or is that a boomerang? Same thing 🙂 . The sun being back into my life every day helps a lot. I feel better, more normal and finally I am sticking to my writing schedule. Now I hate Ephia’s afternoon naps. Yes, they give me the opportunity to get some work done, but overall what I would...

Day 214 – Another year, another story

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Last year I was telling you the story about how I’ve met my daughter and tried to shape an image of our first year together. That was the year when I had to reinvent myself and recreate beauty out of nothing. This year the paths have been paved, beauty has been seeded and Ephia became one of my rocks, you know, the kind of rock you keep safely in your pocket and polish it until it grows...

Day 157 – Something different

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When I was a teenager, I used to write little stories on my secret notebooks just to try and unleash some of the evil hormones tormenting me. Sometimes, they were very short stories, other times ransom thoughts, or small poems (indeed I used to write what I now hate the most haha), but no matter what I wrote, it always came back to the same feeling, unleashing myself and setting me free. I never...

Day 141- Fear, beginning, laughter

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As a writer I have tones of notebooks, all filled with different sketches and small descriptions of future characters. Almost all of them have the first thirty pages neatly written with a perfect handwriting, which sometimes I don’t even recognize as my own, but after those thirty pages, everything becomes chaotic and strange looking, which is why I immediately want to change the notebook...

Day 139 – Riding the bus

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These last couple of weeks I have been forced to take the bus a lot to get around. I used to love taking the bus, especially back home in Bucharest, where riding the bus can become a small adventure if done in the middle of traffic rush hours. I used to read tones of books on the bus, because an under thirty minutes bus ride didn’t exist and of course at least another twenty minutes metro...

Day 114 – About dreams

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Have you noticed how your dreams change as you grow up? Have you ever had a dream and didn’t let go until you were a grown-up? I doubt it. Usually they change shape, form, perspective and even if the essence is the same they aren’t. For instance among many other dreams, one of mine was to find a job when I grow up that will allow me to read constantly. At first I wanted to become a...

Day 86 – About becoming a writer and why do we need to create

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I have never considered myself as being creative and least of all being an artist. I didn’t even think about the possibility that I was a writer and if you would have asked me what I wanted to do in life, I would have answered that I would like to be a flight attendant. Later on I found out that they don’t actually have any time for themselves, so I gave up that idea and wanted to be...

Day 24 – A piece of me

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I have been working on a short story book for a year now and the pieces of the puzzle are coming together quite nicely. I still need a 36 hours day, so that I could work faster on it but, until then it’s slowly but surely progressing (really, if you find hours that I could buy like in the supermarket, I am willing to pay the price hahaha). Until that one will be released into the world, I...

Day 10 – A little bit homesick

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As I was saying here, a few months ago I have designed an application where I reviewed and visited the coolest pubs in Florence. Today I had the chance to be in one of my favorites again, James Joyce. You can find it on Via Lungarno Cellini 1, and it opens at 4 pm every day. This pub has everything for everyone and gives a good vibe for one to start the evening. The thing that I like most about...

Writer In Florence Ela Vasilescu