7 things meme
Cats: I’ve never been a cat person, at least, I didn’t think so. I didn’t like them, saw them as little monsters who spent their time hunting and killing - guess it was because I never got a cat. I even had a line. “I’ll never have a cat, unless I’ll not find it in the garden first thing in the morning”. Apparently, someone was listening, because one day I eventually found a cat in my garden, first thing in the morning. It was love at first sight, and I’ve come to believe that, even if the adagio is true (“dogs will give you fidelity, cats tears”) I couldn’t live without them. In their way, they are loyal and faithful, but mostly, they have the uncanny ability of sensing emotions, like not even humans do.
Fan-fiction: as a wonnabe-author, I’ve always thought that exercise was the best thing to do to get better, and fan-fiction is my means, mostly, though, it helped a lot in improving my English (I’m not starting a lecture about the deficiencies of the Education in Italy, definitely not), both with reading it- I’m an addict - and as a writer. I still dream that, one day, I’ll write something worth considering being published, and I still hope that one day I’ll be better than today, thanks to an exercise a lot think unworthy and childish and stupid. And in case you were wondering: my first fan-fiction was about Rex (the dog), written in Italian when I was 12 or 13.
Dancing: not a lot to say about it, but I had this dream, I never shared because I thought ridiculous, of being a ballerina as a child. And yes, sometimes I still walk on my toes just to see how it feels…
Reality tv: I tend to not believing them, mostly, I fear, for the kind of reality shows airing here in Italy. 12 years ago, we had Big Brother number One, and I admitted looking at it, few times, but I think that things changed since them. In Italy, reality shows are known to be the kitchen of everything is of bad taste and kitsch, where everybody who doesn’t know to do a single thing can do and became someone; semi-naked bodies, and rubbing their fake breasts in front of the camera is the last must-do, along with sleeping around, all the while allowing a whole nation to believe that is the whole generation doing. I would comment on talent shows - that could be seen as reality tv as well- but the lack of production is alarming, another evidence that being good, and able, to do something in this country never pays (unless it’s sleeping around, of course).
Baking: someone has gardening as a mean to relax, I have baking. Due to the fact that I don’t like sugar too much, I’ve learnt to do so, going by experience and by fantasy. I love experimenting, and I love creating, it’s when I’m the happiest and the most relaxed.
The contents of my hand-bag: let’s start with the fact that my handbag is huge, and that gravity tends to be my enemy, pulling toward the bottom everything I need when I actually need it. It’s kind of Eta Beta’s pocket - the future man form the Mickey Mouse stories, not sure you have it or he is actually called that way - a pit without bottom. A key-ring, huge so many keys I actually have, documents, a wallet (huge as well, with so many cards you couldn’t even start to understand) , always a book, because I can’t avoid reading whenever I am, mostly a romance softcover, often an Harlequim, and index book, becausde I’m old fashioned that way, and a notebook with a small Montblanc fountain pen- because, as I said, I’m old fashioned that way, even if my phone is quite the modernity, my faithful Blackberry. Tissues never miss- I’m an easy-crier as my mum labeled me when I was a child- and a single lipstick, a deep red from Chanel, one of the few things actually not cheap in my possession. Also, sunglasses, an 11 years old pair with lenses for my vision problems.
Computers: I’m normally enemy of technology, despite what people think. I love books and old-fashioned mails, and I sue them because I have to, not because I want to, despite the fact it was the contrary when I was younger. But, well, it comes at handy having a computer when the writing is so hard to understand…