Born To Run

I'm not a writer, a journalist. I'm not a novelist, I don't even have a degree. I'm a none, I grew up dreaming of being Carrie Bradshaw, imagining myself write for an American's paper from my laptop, smoking and drinking my coffee of the day as looking outside the window of my apartment in NYC; I dreamt of a fictitious character, I never dreamt of a Pulitzer Prize winner, I don't know nothing about (well, except I was dreaming of being the White House Press Secretary too but...well, talk is cheap...). And my English isn't perfect, I've got my own personal order when I write (which is exactly a mess for anyone else) and I hate every single standard or rule that doesn't make me feel completely free in writing; but the point is I think I'm also good at doing this, write for myself (where sometimes, if you're lucky or just good, for myself becomes for others too). This blog, my Rabbit Hole, my Wonderland, is just the simple and pure result of putting all of this together; for once in my life I'm doing of what I love the most my full time occupation and now I understand this is all that really matters: these days I had the evil writer's block, trying get where to start from, looking for a good first subject to write about...Well, tonight I couldn't sleep and while my mind was thinking 'bout everything which is actually possible to think about, I realize that people just want to know what's your opinion about something, people want to know who are you, not someone else, they wanna know who's the person that hidden behind a screen is talking to and of them; people don't want from you a sterile summary of what someone else has already written somewhere. So here's the truth: people expect and want you to be free, honest, in speaking and writing to them as much as you desire it.