Alpina's blog post - Literature

"As I usually tell you, you are of the most talented writers the world of literature hasn't discovered yet", is what my lovely friend Gio writes - which shows that he knows my innermost wishes and ambitions ever so well. How much I would love to be exactly what you say: a writer, who is published and read, and even admired. Yes, I admit, admired.

If you could get a look into the intimate mind of my computer, you would find: a little novel of about 200 pages, hidden in a file with a very inauspicious name - I wrote it when I had some time to myself now and then. It's about one important day in the life of an outwardly ordinary middle-class woman, on which her life almost took a dramatic change - because her dormant sexuality finally finally broke out like a volcano and did almost as much damage.

I showed it to a friend and asked him to read it and give me his mind about it - I got it back with all my mistakes corrected and suggestions for the improvement of my style. And he admitted that this certainly was a plot. Obviously he was not convinced of me ever becoming a writer.

So how can anyone think I am good? I suppose because my book was just written by good old plain me, while the book you would love from me would be written by an Alpina you have created in your own imagination.