>> Sunday, 30 August 2009
Let me tell you now the story of this blog and the circumstances by which every day I find a new reason for feeling thankful, among some other unexpected incidents that will surely thrill you, unless (alas!) the contrary is proved.
Writing in this blog has unleashed my usual writing: this is the plot, the core of it. Before I created this secret forest I used to write as if I was in an awkward situation, something like... Now try to imagine something spooky, like a “hum” over your shoulder; or, to be precise, like finding yourselves in a mausoleum where takes place a tense gathering of ghosts that you’ve interrupted while you were scratching a blank page with your pen, which is also the cause of your appearance there. That’s it, I wrote like that. Well, OK, I still do. But let's not miss the point. Before blogging, for some years, I just couldn’t note down a word (you know, among a tense company like that...), not a personal, not a true word. And I think you’ll agree that it wasn’t the nicest circumstance for someone who wants to make a living as a writer. This is me, hello.
At this point I must explain that I don’t write my stories in English. I’ve never had such an aim, for I don’t speak English in my everyday life. My efforts to write in a foreign language sometimes are amusing, sometimes are ludicrous. But they help me to write in my own language. I don’t know why it happens. But it’s great. If I had done it intentionally I’m sure it wouldn’t have worked. I had four blogs written in my language before I created this one in English, and none of them lasted more than a month. They simply didn’t work. Why? Well, I never dared to ask to those rigid ghosts. The thing is, one bright day, I thought that it would be nice to extend my English learning with a blog.
And now, the reason of this blabber. To say that I feel thankful with this blog is to say that I feel thankful with its readers. Without you, this forest would be a sad notebook locked in a drawer. Your comments are the best part of this site and I shall find the way some day to put them all in the main place and relegate my posts to some unnoticed corner (if I don’t do it soon please remind me to). So, the story ends with a huge thanks to all of you. I feel generous today, and industrious, and pleased. It’s because I’ve achieved to write the entire draft of my novel, and, believe it or not, I couldn’t have made it without you. Now the story is yours, along with this link to some folktale closings and openings.