Yes, I write!! I started when I was about 12 years old. My father who was living on the USA always asked me to write about my daily life, but I didn’t actually start to write until he sent me what later became my first diary. It was a brown small binder from precious moments, similar to the picture below. I had never seen anything like it.
Before I started writing on it I showed it to my cousins and aunts. Everybody asked me what I was going to do with this cute little book, I responded that it was going to be my diary.
My dad called to ensure that I had received it and that I was going to start writing (talking about being pushy) and I did. I didn’t understand why he was doing everything he could to make me write, but now I understand why he did it.
My earliest entries are from the year 1993. My diary entries were sporadic all the way through high school, but when I moved to the USA at the end 1998 (literally, I moved here December 29th of 1998) I started to write more frequently and at the same time I started to read more. Maybe it was because of the loneliness or in spite of it but I was writing almost daily.
One day I discovered that my brother had a diary as well, whoever thought boys could have diaries? In movies and in TV is always the girls who have a diary. My dad had instigated the loved for writing in all of us. He had his diary saved somewhere in the computer where it was password protected. While I was more old fashion, and had my diaries hidden somewhere in a dark corner in my room.
Nowadays I don’t write as much but I missed writing, that’s why I started this blog. This is my way to channel my continuous need to write. I have though about writing a novel set in the 1990s in the small town where I grew up, narrating the people that I met along the way and all the adventures of growing during a civil war, maybe one day I will.
My family on my father’s side is full of inventive writers, colorful painters, aspiring musicians and crazy artists in general. So I guess it’s only normal that writing is my way of channeling the inherent creativity inside me. Besides, writing is therapeutic for me; it gives me a different perspective on things. I enjoy to write and even when life is pretty busy I find the time to write and will continue to do so until the end.