Writers aren’t people exactly. Or, if they’re any good,
they’re a whole lot of people trying so hard to be one person.
F. Scott Fitzgerald
Who am I?
Some days I still wonder if I really figured this answer out. Of course I know what I want, but is that list of dreams the right one for me? I guess this is one of the main chapters of the “Becoming a grown-up” manual. In the meantime, let’s cover the basics.
My name’s Alessandra. It makes it in the top 20 of the most common names in my native country, Italy, and I love it, but I’m an anglophile that prefers the shorter English version, Alex.
I was born at the very end of 1994, in a cold afternoon. I like to think that the next day, the fireworks in the sky were some kind of celebration for my first whole experienced Earth rotation period, together with New Year’s Eve.
Since I was very young, for what I can remember and the memories of my family, I’ve enojoyed my own company a lot, especially when making up stories.
First with toys, then with paper, my mind has always created new people, new situations and new universes.
It took me a while to understand that this kind of creation was the focus of my future days. Not everybody knows from a really young age what they want to do. I didn’t. I’ve always wanted to do so many different things, and I still make this mistake. My lists are always so long. Too much stuff, too little time. Or, better, not-properly-organized time to do them all.
I’m lucky now, though, knowing that what I mainly want to do is writing. If you ask me where I see myself in 10 years, I would tell you that the Alex in her 30s of my dreams has her own office in an apartment in Copenhagen, and her phone keeps ringing and screaming deadlines from a very patient publisher.
So, now I’m working on molding the future me, and to do that I write about everything that I feel like writing, and share it in this small but personal cubicle of the internet. For what they told me, my words love to travel the world (wide web).
Not everybody who loves to read has to write, but everybody that writes has to read. Nobody can say otherwise.
It’s not important how much, but what you read and how often. Every line of a book can teach something to you and grow your writing skills.
Other authors are new writers undirect teachers and, most important, in the writing school, you need to like your teachers. If you don’t, they won’t teach you anything useful.
If I could someway have dinner with one person from the past, it would definitely be my favourite author, F. Scott Fitzgerald, who I thank for letting me using the last line of his most famous book The Great Gatsby as title for my personal space – I’m sure he would appreciate. I have a sane obsession for the Roaring Twenties, and with Fitzgerald’s book I can travel back in time to that decade whenever I want.
My second favourite teachers are Mrs. Sylvia Plath, Virginia Woolf and Sir. William Shakespeare. I wish I could write like they did.
Alex the unpublished author loves to brag about the novel that she’s writing, even when she’s not really writing it.
Too often, this story goes on unannouced holidays, without saying when it will be back at work.
Aftermath is a dystopia set at the end of this century, and tells how the System, a new type of government, focuses on finding the best and brightest young people of Europe, who will find a solution to keep what left of the planet and the human species alive.
Together with this novel, I also write short stories – and sometimes publish them here.
Sometimes I also publish other people’s writing; this journey is much nicer when you share it with other people that are walking your same path.
Writing about writing is not some kind of Inception sequel. I like to share how I do it, while doing it, in my virtual cubicle.
I like to ask you because you always say what you think, you always say the truth.
Quote from a real life friend. How right she is.
What’s the point of having thoughts, if you can’t share them? An interesting person has interesting opinions, even if these don’t coincide with yours.
It’s not up to me to say if my opinions are interesting or not, I just share them both by talking and writing. And what better place than your own place to do that?
And the most beautiful thing about sharing your thoughts, is that you can put your OCD aside and have a whole category in your virtual cubicle about miscellaneous thing that have nothing in common in one another!
Other stuff that I like to share are pictures taken with my phone, too many quotes that I love, what movie I’m watching at the cinema and titles of song I get obsessed with.
The other major adventure that I’m living, together with writing, is living in Denmark.
After months and months of torturing friends, family and colleagues with a recurrent do you know that in Denmark…?, I can torture them while being in Denmark. Even better, right?
Moving abroad can seem both easy and a big deal, and there are some steps to consider. I’m not brave enough to be unprepared, move to a completely new country and let it hit me in my stomach with struggles, and neither should you.
That’s why I decided to help my fellow Danish dream followers and writing a guide about how to move to Denmark, more precisesly about the capital city, my beloved Copenhagen.
If you can get satisfied with just a brief opinion, here it is: this city is amazing!
Beware: if you need beautiful weather and fairy-sound languages in your life, turn your globe again and pick another destination. If you, like me, don’t really care, than Denmark will be a great choice!