Writer In Florence Ela Vasilescu
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Why do I write?

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Sometimes I feel dead inside. A feeling of nothingness lurks me from around the corner, grabs my senses and throws me into a void. I write the feeling away. The keyboard becomes my best friend and every word pulls me back into this crowded world. Many people ask me when do I write? Why do I write? Do I have a schedule? Do I have a plan? I never know how to answer that question. I...

Day 341 – Writing Workshop

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Tomorrow the second meeting for the writing workshop will take place. Lee will talk about structuring and constructing our stories. We will then talk about our characters and how we can touch our readers better through them. I am excited! With everything going on in my life lately, my classes and workshops have been one of the things that keep me going with a smile on my face. I love teaching...

Day 335 – As slow as a snail

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After yesterday’s events getting through today was a challenge. Waking up at 7,30 am to run and teach a class full of adorable children, looking into their eyes and telling them that this might be our last lesson together was heart breaking. Taking a lunch break while trying to torture my notebook’s pages with my pen in the same time, wasn’t that great either. I felt heavy and...

Day 322 – Getting ready

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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...

Day 276 – The magic cat and the kingdom of sorrow

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Once upon a time there was a cat, and this cat lived in a household full of children; in fact there were so many children that their parents gave them letters instead of names. So, the biggest child was A, the second one was B, the third C and so on until the letter H. Now, this family wasn’t rich nor poor. The parents worked the land they owned, their backyard was full of animals that the...

Day 256 – Writer’s block

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I used to hear these two words a lot among some of my writer friends and also read about it many times in different articles. I never believed in it. I used to think that if you are a writer and you have a clear idea about what to write the rest is a piece of cake. I remember grinning at them, going home, writing a new short story in a few hours and thinking they were all full of crap. There is...

Day 255 – “You are so brave!”

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As some of you may already know, we have completely changed our lives in the last year or so. We didn’t want to end up being frustrated for not doing what we love, so we’ve risked it all (in other people’s opinion). The thing that annoys me the most is not the gossip that reaches my ears from time to time (we are all human, thus we all NEED to gossip), but the assumptions that...

Day 253 – Busy little bee

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My daily book was winking at me this morning. It had so much stuff to tell me as soon as I opened it. It said, with an ironic smile, that my week looks a little to full and I should cut something out. Said and done. Two phone calls later I had managed to fill the pages a little more, so I guess this week will be at least challenging. They say you are healthiest when you are happy and busy...

Day 241 – Off day

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Today started a little unusual. I woke up with a terrible head ache and what seems to be a cold. Every muscle in my body was hurting, but for some reason I smiled and went right back to sleep for another hour. Even so, all day I felt the need to work and start writing again. After putting Ephia to sleep, I came to my favorite bar and started typing like crazy. What started out as an off day...

Day 229 – Merry after Christmas day

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Ah, what should I tell you about first? The beautiful Christmas lunch we had yesterday, enjoying the company of good friends and watching Ephia jump out of joy that one of her best friends came to spend Christmas with her? Or, about our stroll downtown today, and the visit we payed to The Florence Studio where D had to film some scenes for a documentary they are doing together? Let’s start...

Writer In Florence Ela Vasilescu