me writing??

never thought about me writing...
well i do write from time to time, but just notes, messy thoughts, on some notebook, usually when i'm travelling.
then i started this blog, but still, it's like stream of consciousness (in the least ambitious meaning possible obviously!) i write what i think with no filter, maybe go over it a couple of times, add something. then just proof read it for typos or so. but i don't go through the text and change it all the time, and try to express whatever in a better way. the day after i post a new item, i never touch it again.

after xmas i decided i wanted to write an article. just something for myself, but in article form. and i did it. i was actually, as usual, travelling. going to berlin. i wrote it on the train, in the airport, on the plane. and read it all over again and again, rewrote, erased, corrected. i thought i might even send it to my friend who has a small monthly, ViceVersa. but was not actually convinced about that, after all it's a political monthly, and my article was polemic, but nothing to do with politics. it was inspired by the cow episode in salerno. just an optimised version of the post. in italian, actually.
it was one month ago. since then i thought i should type it, but never had time, or anyway never really did it. never actually read it again since i'm back here.

then 2 days ago i went to bed, opened my computer, took my notebook, and wanted to type it once for all. but was tired and lazy, and started doing something else. don't remember though. probably skyping with giovi in australia, writing moody emails or watching scrubs. and yesterday i thought ok, i will type it, and then rewrite it in form of a polemic short story, and not as an article. still polemic, but not in first person.

just that yesterday was a weird day. whatever i did, i heard it in my mind, and sounded like a sentence from a short story. maybe it was because i started thinking in short story terms. so when i finally went back to bed, at 3, i did write a short story. pretty personal though, nothing to do with cows. too personal, don't really feel like posting it here.

but the best thing is, i enjoyed doing it, a real lot! i wrote it, i went through it over and over. then i was falling asleep, my eyes couldn't stand it, i decided to sleep. but still i was rethinking about it all the time. this morning during breakfast i went through it again, added new parts. damn it's fun. never thought i could have so much fun in writing about myself. i'm usually moody when i do that. this was funny instead! i kept thinking about it the whole day, having new ideas, i really want to go back home now and go through it again!

don't really think anyone might ever be interested in reading it, but that's not really the point now...