I don’t feel like a writer. Or at least I don’t recognize myself in the common definition of the term.
I write for me, for fun, for temporary inspiration and also as a cure to boredom (if you want to look at boredom in a new way, read my book “Aberrazioni”).
I’ve been writing since I was a teenager and, with innumerable pauses, I keep going today despite the lack of available time. I’m currently working on a book about the true story of Pinocchio.
Reading is an absolute pleasure, I actually love those books with many pages which guarantee a long retreat from my muffled world.