I knew when I was 11 that I wanted to be a writer. I’ve been writing non-stop ever since; letters, poems, journals, stories. I should have more published than I do. This little blog is my exercise to get me connected with my inner voice again. If I can hear myself, I can type what I hear. And if I type what I hear, I can organize it and create a work.
As for what I’m going to write about here…anything I please. Whatever strikes me that day as interesting, unique, weird, or I just have an opinion about. I often see things that others done in situations. And in some cases, people see things and I have no idea what they are talking about. I relate too well to the writers of the early 20th century with their issues of depression & anxiety. Their bios make me feel sane.
So yes, I do have my own wackiness to me. So, enjoy this for what it is…you get to listen on on what I say to myself…just cleaned up a bit grammatically. 🙂
P.S. Yes…Maria Testarosa is a pseudonym (pen name, nom de plume)