I’m silly, but not totally stupid; I’m proud but not blind: I know how bad is my English. I studied this language only at school and hardly ever I used it.
So, why to write in English?
I like writing in Italian, my language, and I have a lot of that Italian stuff (several hundreds); only a few of this stuff was read by people different from me; only one person knows both me, the real one, and the author of my stuff. My stuff was never shared before I started to be online in the web.
Yes: and what connection between the English and what I’m talking about?
I usually don’t think to what I want to write: my words come to me while I’m doing something: I only write them to fix them.
It seems fool, but sometimes I had written word in English about some arguments because I was ashamed to write them in Italian, the language I know and understand very well. For instance, it was so about some love stuff, or some erotic stuff.
It can be fool, but it’s so and it’s why i started to write in English.
Then, I made curious to the sound of my words in English; so, specially using Second Life, I went to readings of English poetry and I listened to them. I liked a lot that sound, which I never heard before.
Well: I started to write sometimes in Italian and sometimes (trying and with a lot of errors) in English. I usually don’t translate my Italian stuff into English and vice versa, even if I tried doing so with a series of words inspired to Virginia Woolf’s The waves.
My English stuff, right or (most probably) wrong, is quite born as English stuff, not as translation.
Most of that English stuff is on this site and you can read it, if you don’t have better things to do.
I know how bad my English is: please, if you want, correct me. Help me.
Judy Barton at Plusia (Second Life), during the presentation of her book “Mitla”.
She is the cat like girl in black.