Since April 2014 I’ve been pursuing knowledge to become a novelist—in reality I can’t be sure of my final goal. This journey has been extremely satisfying, but above all demanding.
I started reading… reading a lot. My mentor helped me understand that the secrets of the masters are hidden in their work. Studying them was not enough to become an author. That’s why I started writing every day. Of course, I had to let my past life behind, letting go of everything that was once precious.
The steps of my ladder no longer search an economic goal; I began to climb a path that led to a different summit—a summit to which I had to travel alone.
My tireless work hone my talent until it was time to turn back my efforts on a novel. The editorial criticism was cruel. It almost left me without energy to continue, but the followers of my blog gave me the strength I needed.
I feel that my stories keep taking me away from the dream of publishing a novel. However, I’m always ready to continue on my path wherever it may lead.
Stories may well be lies, but they are good lies that say true things, and which can sometimes pay the rent.
― Neil Gaiman