Go for a walk. Without direction. With no other purpose than to activate the energies with which we converse with ourselves: prelude to the act of writing. Make the effort not to think? Not precisely. It is about allowing thoughts to flow in their own way, which is generally chaotic or at least interrupted by the environment where we are walking and curiously looking at artists.
Seeing our history in writing is such a wonderful gift that the process deserves love and care. Love yes: because it is a declaration of affection and consideration for the life that we have had to live. In the next column we will explore various levels of automatic writing and what to do with the texts that are born from the exercises.
When we are interested in a way of telling, in this case the private diary, it is very exciting to take a look at literary pieces that have transcended the world. The diary of the girl Anne Frank, for example, even taken to theater and cinema, is moving in itself and heartbreaking in its context. Knowing the tragic, cruel, premature and unjust end of Ana's life, reading the naivety of her diaries is shocking, because the sharpness of her intelligence already shines, and one wishes she had had the opportunity to flourish...
To tell our own story we cannot avoid a first step: to take ownership of our being, which seems simple and obvious but it is not. The private diary can be a way to achieve this because in its purest and simplest version it is about putting into words what we have in our heads. Dear Diary...
In this adventure of telling my story I start with all the advantages: nobody knows the material better than me. Others will have some data, a point of view, some memories, some anecdotes, but the heart of the story is mine. Only I know what it feels like to be inside of me. I know how I see the world. And the most important thing: it is my interpretation of the data of my existence, it is the way in which I have organized my memories, it is what was learned from the anecdotes lived that my reader is interested in knowing.
Literally Eugenia defines herself as the daughter of Asturias and Cervantes; cousin of Monterroso and Batres Montúfar; friend of Yourcenar and Christie. His work has been translated into Italian and French, and included in anthologies. Post little and write a lot; critics have been generous with the fruits of their inventiveness. In 2020 and 2021 she was nominated for the National Literature Award.
Literally Eugenia defines herself as the daughter of Asturias and Cervantes; cousin of Monterroso and Batres Montúfar; friend of Yourcenar and Christie. His work has been translated into Italian and French, and included in anthologies.
I was born in California, but grew up in Apex, North Carolina. By the eighth grade I moved to Holly Springs and in my senior year of high school I moved to Clayton. My mom was a single mother of 3 daughters until recently when she found my stepfather and now we have a new little sister. My mom was illegal until 2 years ago when she finally got her residency after almost 20 years of waiting. My goal is to become a neurology researcher or surgeon.