This is the first entry of my personal blog! I’m still not sure if this entry will go online, or if I will use it as a mere test. Nevertheless, I’m thrilled to write a blog once again. In the early days of the internet, I used to have a page on Blogspot—though I was a latecomer to the party, and many blogs were already online and gathering a great number of followers by the time I finally started.
I never felt much motivated, back then, to work on a blog every day. My audience was meager, and I lived many things that were too personal to expose on the internet. Even today, I find it strange how people let their personal lives visible to everyone, as if the world were a great Big Brother reality show. It even makes me a bit sad to think that many are throwing away their own privacy, or the privacy of their parents and children, in order to gain followers, likes, and subscribers. Most social media today, the videos that become viral, are things that used to happen “hidden,” and, in my opinion, should remain as such.
So, even though I call this blog “personal,” what I exposed of myself is highly curated and filtered—do not doubt that! But, still, it will be the kind of thing that can be relatable and personal enough for the reader. After all, though we have drastically different lifestyles, you and I, we still share a commonality: the human condition. It is grim and harsh, and does not forgive anyone. Loss and sorrow define us both, but also joy and happiness. As such, you will find in this blog a glimpse of my experiences, as I live and struggle against the vicissitudes of life, overcome my limitations, and suffer the pains and sorrows of life. Maybe, by witnessing my own experience, you may find yourself looking at your own life with other lenses.
In this website, I present myself as an author and ghostwriter. This is my life and my work—it takes most of my day, and occupies most of my mind. But, don’t get me wrong: it is the greatest joy for me, and I would not have it any other way. I’ve worked in many miserable places, like busy shops, grocery stores, and storage houses. Schedules went from eight a.m. to seven p.m., with one meager hour to swallow my lunch in a hurry, and a couple of hours of daily commute. It was absolute misery. Nothing scares me more than working like that, in the insane hustle that most people not only accept every day, but even promote, love, and thrive on.
Being a writer is a peaceful escape from this misery. When I sit on my chair and open the text editor, (I use Vim, BTW), I feel nothing but joy. Writing is easy for me. It is immersive and peaceful, like sitting by a lake in a cold afternoon under the shade of whistling treetops. I leave this world and enter a dimension of sound—as literature is, for me, an art of sound, like music. This is my life every day. I’m happy, and even though I’m still an author of only one book (my debut novel has just been published), I already consider myself a professional. After all, I have been living as a writer for almost a decade, and I’ve been writing for pleasure much longer than that.
So, this is what you will find on my website, and on my blog. Me, talking about my life and routine as a writer. It is not a life of constant travel and adventure (in the traditional sense), but it is quite different from the life of eight‑to‑seven work + two hours of commute. You may find it interesting and surprising, and perhaps inspiring if you also aspire to, one day, become a professional author.