Happiness is…


Old Fashioned


This is actually the weekly photo challenge, but when I read it I started to scream in my head like Donkey in Shrek: “Pick me! Pick me! Me! Me!” so there you have it. Old fashioned – that’s me. I could put a picture here, but I guess words are more suitable to explain why I consider myself old fashioned.

1) I’m the opposite of a fashionista. I have no idea of what’s trendy, and I don’t care. I dress how I like, which usually means an old fashioned look. A part of me is stuck in the 1980s, you see… “we were young, we were free“… ahem, whatever, enough changing somebody else’s lyrics! ๐Ÿ™‚

2) I’m technophobe. Before I accept any new technology, it probably reaches version 5 or 6. My cell phone is still only a cell phone, my desktop computer has no web-cam and I still have to buy an e-reader. The only technological things I’m fan of are DVDs and email.

3) I like using my hands. I like handwriting, drawing with pencil and paper (even if I learned some “digital painting”), I like handcrafted things, used to make jewelry with beads (not anymore, being in indie author is full time work, no time for the hobby that doesn’t pay! ;-)) and castles with the sand (if and when you manage to see me on a beach, that is). Oh, and PEN palz, although unfortunately they’re now all on Facebook, so snail mail letters don’t go around much anymore. Sigh.

While rewriting old stories I discovered I was never a big fan of Prince Charming, or better, usually the prince was a spoiled bastard and the heroine (either rich or poor) always fell for someone noble of heart instead of birth. So I guess I’m NOT old fashioned towards men, although up to my 20s I wanted an old fashioned wedding and all that stuff. Not anymore, so that’s ruled out, phew.

I was old fashioned while I was still in the dating game (sort of) as only once in my life I asked a man out (old fashion dictates the man should ask first, ladies, let’s not forget it. Although there are no old fashioned gents left, I’m afraid, so you’ll soon find yourself an old spinster like me).This has changed because I got out of the dating game and don’t care anymore. But I’m sure that if and when I met a guy I’m really interested into (my Muse? ;-)), I’ll probably ask him out. Or maybe not. Some old habits are hard to die.

Anyway, this is old fashioned me. I’m sure I missed something, but well… the post is done. And I even have a picture fitting the challenge – my cell phone and snail mail! ๐Ÿ˜€

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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