Immagina · Imagine · Imaginad
It is no coincidence that those who feel unfit often judge themselves according to the others’ yardstick. Instead, it’d be wise to listen to yourself and follow your impulses because it’s very likely that those are the things at which you will better succeed.
In life, it’s crucial not to be deceived. You cannot live hoping that the world will believe you when you are the first not to accept yourself. The arrival at the destination isn’t guaranteed; that’s the point. Not just now. You may never reach it. So do yourself a favor and enjoy the ride.
It’s essential to look people in the eye carefully, without fear. Nothing is wrong with it. Don’t doubt yourself, nor of who you’re in front. Just look to see and understand.
They will try to distort you, to keep a tight rein on you, to pigeonhole you, label you, place you “where you belong,” and nail you there. And shut up! Look inside and feel instead. Without fear, without feelings of revenge, or being an attention-seeker. What matters is to be you, whatever you’re doing.
Don’t box your creativity, or you will smother it. It is not in our nature to control the writing during the first draft. That’s madness or artistic immaturity. Plotter, planster, or pantster are empty labels. Always question yourself intending to have fun while writing. Be yourself. You will rejoice in who you are and bind readers with your smile.
My dream is still alive. Mr. Dream stands there, in silence, in front of me, with that light-hearted air, between amused and sad. He’s refined, dresses well, and he’s staring at me, seated on the bench under the oak.
Never take anything for granted, and be ready to grasp the meaning of your evolution. Our evolution and art are closely linked, whatever your art is. In a certain sense, when genuine, art is the mirror of who we are.
I’m interested in all those who are still interested in dreaming. I love readers who still read for mere pleasure and passion. I love those who write because pushed by something that has nothing to do with succeeding at random and everything with expressing themselves at their best.
When novelists are writers, a long chain of reasons define them, starting from a kind of call. That’s not learned. It happens or not. No “creative writing” course can teach you that, and no skill can call you back to serve on and on again.
I don’t allow anyone to tell me how to live it. I love doing it my way. Writing makes me free. The same goes for you, when you do the thing you love.
