A writer’s life is a constant carousel of emotions. We place our soul and thoughts on a silver platter and offer it to be dissected, judged, enjoyed, shared. A writer’s life is also a solitary life; most writers I talk to tend to lock themselves in a room and spend their time with their characters, building a new world.
I, for one, surround myself by people, sit in a square and watch them go by while listening to music. People inspire me and more often than not they walk into my story and enrich it.
I spent a big part of the last year training and writing for a new project, one that forces me to dig deep into my soul, into my insecurities and who I truly am. I loved every moment of it.
This new book that slowly takes shape and comes to life is written after long walks on the Tuscan hills, while my mind wondered into my past and connected the dots with my present. On each walk, a new character came into play, a new story developed and thus ‘The book before the book’ was born, a novella dedicated to all those who stepped into my story.
‘Walk into my story’ is a journey still to begin, a book twitching to be written and heard, a need to escape the world I have created around me, the process of accepting an ‘I’ that stands alone. Although an adventure to many, this book is heaven and hell for its author.
A writer’s life is a constant carousel of emotions.
