I cannot distract myself from my daily reading of Virginia Woolf‘s A Writer’s Diary – “Diario di una Scrittrice” in Italian translation published by minimum fax. I keep wondering why I haven’t started reading this book earlier, the day I bought it, because it would have helped me through my ups and downs in writing. I can see a lot of myself into V. Woolf’s daily routine, feelings and nervous breakdowns. Perhaps the ‘only’ difference (not so slight one) is that I’m not bipolar: I’m highly sensitive and I have a religious faith that helps me see the light at the end of the dark tunnel of my mental issues.…
My short stories are proceeding at hiccup pace. I can’t make enough time to devote to writing, even though some scenes are so clear and organized in my mind that they only await to be written. I guess that’s part of the game, not to have enough time and energy to do everything; but the struggle brings in more fun, I guess, and so I’m up for the challenge. And we’re talking short stories here; I wonder what I’m gonna do with the NaNoWriMo contest in November. That’s going to be an even bigger challenge.