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If you're worried about which stories are true and which are fiction, remember that the story changes depending on who's telling it, because all of them always contain something true and a lot of the writer's fantasy. After all, in this world of social media, even when we pretend to be telling the truth about ourselves, we are writing a fiction.

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Now that my new blog is up and running, I find myself thinking about what kind of writer I'd like to be when I grow up. You're probably thinking that there's something wrong with the order of things above, but that's how it is with me: I often put the cart before the horse.

When it comes to writing style, there are so many writers I like! It's hard to choose. If it were possible to create a mix, I'd put in a blender a little of each of those I admire: Isabel Allende, for her magical realism, Marguerite Yourcenar, for her subtlety, and Clarice Lispector and Lygia Fagundes Telles, for the existential conflicts of their characters. I'd even add a pinch of Agatha Christie to generate suspense. I know you're thinking that all this is just a delusion, aren't you? But I believe that, in life, everyone needs to define where their North is, where their steps are headed.

While everything is just dreams and I'm lost in the Southeast, I'd like my writing to at least be clear and my subjects interesting. That's why, in two months' time, I'm starting a year-long writing course. After that, I'll have no more excuses when my texts are confusing, poorly structured and full of excesses. For now, I'm counting on your patience.

I'm currently facing a challenge that I've set myself: writing every day. Since I started writing again four months ago, my texts have improved a little. But after I fell in love with Artificial Intelligence, I lost focus: I spent so much energy translating the texts, generating pictures and creating the narrations, that there was little energy left for writing. Imagine if there's any time left for my dog. The poor thing lies next to me, looking dejected, while she listens to me hurl imprecations at some guy called Ragul, to whom I send my complaints every time the text-to-speech program I use crashes.

This little chronicle is an attempt to get back to work and to tell you that I'm very happy that you've visited my blog. Make yourself at home!

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