Happiness is…


Happiness is…


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Random Friday


So, after Loncon, the rest of my stay in London! ๐Ÿ™‚ Monday (the 18th) I moved out of the Ibis Styles, took the DLR to Lewisham and then the train to my B&B in Grove Park. I dumped my trolley and went back to the center to meet with Laxmi, who is very taken with her upcoming book. Stay tuned for more on this very blog! That night I got a message on Goodreads from another author who saw me on Loncon’s programme… and we managed to set up a meeting for the next day.

Tuesday I went to Gay is the Word to donate two copies of one of the books I hadn’t sold at the convention. It’s very close to the British Museum where I was meeting my roomie Rachel. We spent the morning in the upper floors of the museum, had lunch, then I headed out for a walk and my appointment with JA Clement – I’ve met her on Goodreads, through Creative Reviews, but I don’t interact there anymore and I had posted about Loncon only on the Smashwords Authors group and the LGBT Fantasy group (nobody came from that group, apparently).

So I met with her, we had a great chat and wonderful French pastries (I had a “tarte aux fraises” much like in Paris), and now I know I have somebody else to contact next time I go to London! ๐Ÿ™‚ I could move there anytime now, LOL! Anyhow, it’s always great to talk to other writers and their processes… hopefully I’ll have her as guest on this blog sometime in the future – especially if she has a new release.

Wednesday I had breakfast with Maurizio Manzieri – a very late breakfast, since my train to Charing Cross was canceled due to “train fault” (whatever that means), so I didn’t have time to go to Southall like I had in mind. I went to meet Viv, instead, since we’d set up the meeting months ago. It was a wonderful time walking around London with her, checking the National Gallery Portraits and discussing historical movies about the people we were seeing portrayed, having an ice cream in Covent Garden, and finally splitting in Charing Cross.

Thursday I headed to Hastings to meet Tori and again it was a wonderful day out, walking along the beach and chatting with her and her husband. She even presented me with a handmade unicorn for my collection – and I’ve now decided to call him Victory a.k.a. Vic! So here he is with the others, playing dreamcatcher over my head when I sleep! ๐Ÿ™‚

unicornsThe oldest is Pinky, who was gifted to me by Renee (along with Sky some time later) way back in 2002… Most of the others I bought myself. And those are only the stuffed ones. I have pins, figurines, plates, pillows and then stickers, stationery… yes, mine is the house of the Unicorn! And I am the Lady of the Unicorn as well… ๐Ÿ˜‰

By the way, if you like fairy tales, revisited or not, try Tori’s stories of faeries. I’ve read a few now, since they’re short, and I hightly recommend them. My favorite is still Jinx and the faerie dragons because it’s longer, and then I hope one day she does a collection of them all – not that I don’t like short stories, but buying a collection makes me feel better! (but please, Tori, don’t do it now, my TBR pile would never go down!)

And then I came back, late, and went back to work… sigh! Now looking forward to my next, longer break… in approximately a month and a half! ๐Ÿ™‚ Have a great weekend!

Happiness is…


Happiness is…


Love-story with… races of the world


OK, so I spent what I still consider the best years of my life (1973-1978, yeah, a century ago! ๐Ÿ˜ฆ ) in a most international city, Geneva – Switzerland, next to the UN palace… not really, but I went there sometimes for shopping (don’t ask me what advantages we had there, I was too young to care). Anyway, it’s a very international town with people from all over the world, so I was used to see children of all colors and races (and that’s probably why I still feel “international” today).

I wished to have a black boy in my classroom, but it never happened (although I had a couple ofย  “metisse” girls – a la Will Smith, not Don Cheadle – during the last 2 years). But I had a couple of almond-eyed girls during the first 3 years, one from Japan (who at 10/11-year-old could already draw like an adult, they’re gifted, no wonder they have manga for all ages! ;-)) and the other from Laos. My sister had African classmates, but not me, sniff. ๐Ÿ˜ฆ

Then I came back to Rome and an all “white” world… and it showed in my writing! I never wished to be blonde like my sister (who used to draw herself with long blond tresses when mum forced us to keep our hair short – and we were both brunettes), but everybody around me and on TV was “white,” so my “casting” were quite obvious.

My first Asian Character was based on Hiroyuki Sanada’s Ayato, and it’s a(n awful) sci-fi story of the early 80s. Then I started traveling on my own and watching world movies, and in the 90s I put Gong Li in the Chronicles of the Moren Empire (to be rewritten completely in a couple of years). I had my 30+ pen-palz all over the world and some were Asian (Japan, Indonesia and Taiwan). When I started my (failed) attempt of conquering Hollywood and went to screenwriting events I finally met the first Afro-Americans/British than I now call friends, but it took me over thirty years to see my childhood dream come true! ๐Ÿ˜‰

In the new millennium I decided that the “Black Empire” mentioned in the Chronicles of the Varian Empire (hopefully out next year) was called so because of the inhabitants’ skin color (so it’s not a fantasy cliche for “evil kingdom” but a fantasy version of Africa). And then I added the Islands Empire, very loosely based on China AND Japan (I haven’t done much research yet, but I don’t have a story set there, only characters coming from there and traveling around, haha :D) and in the “past” the southern kingdoms are based on India and Persia (after the fall of the Varian Empire it’s loosely North Africa/Arabia, as there’s a brand new Sahara-like desert down there).

So I love them all. Long before Angelina Jolie started the trend (and when I still wanted children) I dreamed of having one white (I hadn’t considered the father could be of another color), then adopt four more, one Caucasian, one Asian, one African and one from the First Nations (white, yellow, black and red, right?). Now I don’t want children, but I wouldn’t mind a man of another skin color – provided he’s at least as tall as myselfย  (which, unfortunately, probably rules out most Asians, sigh). ๐Ÿ˜‰

We’re all humans after all, aren’t we?

Love and peace!

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