Write is not easy, or better, write constantly interesting things is not.
I start from the point that what I believe interesting may not necessarily be so for the majority of the individuals who, coincidentally or precise choice, will fall on one of my article.
Here everything was normal but the real difficulty arises now, because as devil do (even if you are a journalist true and not an improvised storyteller as the undersigned) to always find the right topic to stimulate the curiosity of the reader ?
And admitted that you find it, then how can you create that thin wire that connects you to the soul or, less pretentiously, even only to the desire to click your link ?
Difficult, very difficult.
I started to write for necessity, I needed to transfer into words my feelings and my thoughts, and now, a few months later, I am looking for a way to find a method that will allow me to say something interesting with constancy.
We can invent from nothing but to continue and improve it takes commitment and dedication, all the more so if you walk on a ground very beaten but very treacherous, which you (i) know little.
Certainly, I read a lot for many years, but this does not mean that knows how to write nor presupposes public interest to my articles.
Then ? Where is the arcane ?
Write if the passions and emotions does not ensure interest, at the bottom are millions to do so in the world but not all collected followers or “likes”.
The point is, I believe, the motivation that drives us to do so, because at the bottom the key is there.
I am writing to communicate and to feel good, because this complex exercise to try transferring emotions in words like me and help me.
Today I understand something more true artists, because to me also happen not to know some that write and then, suddenly with two phrases thrown down opens the world and the head goes alone.
Where sometimes I find it hard to understand, but in the bottom who cares, I write for me and what I like and emotions.
I have embarked on a journey fraught with difficulties, but that encourages me to learn to grow and write always better.
When we arrive at the end of our days, looking back, we should have had all the luck of having tried to live well without regrets or remorse.
Write is a new piece in the jigsaw of my life, that perhaps one day my son will read and perhaps he will find something which go proud.
The song of the accompaniment is a cover of a piece of the years ’40 initially interpreted by Glenn Miller and his orchestra.
It is performed with a monument of R/B music : Etta James .
At Last – Etta James (At Last ! – 1960