I love writing, can you tell?
The page as a safe space
As a kid, I started at 8 years old to write “secret diaries”. They were not so secret, since all those silly locks and keys looked exactly the same, and I definitely caught more than once brothers and boyfriends peeking into them.
But I digress.
As a child, I loved writing in the evening, after a long day. My parents were coming into my room and telling me to go to bed, switching off the lights.
With a flashlight I was going on under the blankets: that space felt so cozy and safe, a secret personal cave to let my thoughts run into the page.
In elementary school, my usual answer to the boring worn-out question “What do you want to be when you grow up?” was: “A writer”.
My knowledge of the possible jobs on Earth was not vast enough back then, but I was not too far from the truth. A storyteller, maybe, would have been a better forecast.
After studying literature and foreign languages, I ended up being a filmmaker and an animator: my job now is to tell stories. Mostly graphically, through images, but for sure a lot of writing is involved as well, before the pre-production even starts.
During my university years, I used to wildly write deep into the night, coming back to my shared flat from a city stroll. So many unfinished stories, which I promised myself several times to pick up again and conclude.
I have been freelancing for almost eight years now (phew!), and it seems like I cannot get enough of written words.
On top of my daily work, I write a monthly newsletter, a weekly Patreon post, and long captions on social media; I reach out to blogs to offer my services, I love writing letters to friends all over the world, I write for myself.. and still, it seems like it’s never enough.
Writing is freeing my mind of thoughts, detaching from ideas in order to watch them from afar, developing concepts, and — last but not least — processing emotions.
The white page also represents for me a safe place, like the blanket cave back in my childhood, a quiet room, where I can run after my own thoughts, understand and share them.
That’s why now I have this corner of the internet, to publish without pressure and, hopefully, without expectations, all the rambling things that populate my mind.
Thanks for reading :)
