The long and the short of it is that I’m a 25-year-old Romanian high-school drop-out. The good thing about that is that I get to spend the best hours of the day writing, not for money, fame, or immortality, but as a way of life.
A few years ago I stopped going to school. Father was dead, mother was not with me, romantic woes kept pilling up, and to make matters worse, I did not fit into the world, which seemed so busy and so frightening. I became withdrawn and took to visiting rooftops, from where I contemplated the shapes of clouds above uncertain horizons.
And then I stumbled upon some English books and somehow read them. Through them I discovered the simple joy of reading, and the magic of making friends with dead authors. From then on I pursued a self-directed education, teaching myself English, to such an extent that now I can spell out floccinaucinihilipilification, and probably pronounce it, too.
A Few Facts About Me
- I wear a hat or cap nine times out of ten
- Part-time freelance writer and vegetarian
- Short, frail, pale, shy, and usually polite
- Have read One Hundred Years of Solitude in English about 12 times
- Don’t have a TV and don’t need one
- Somewhat of a recluse
- 100% Romanian despite the wistful Anglicization of my name: my real name is Vincentiu
- Have read the Oxford Dictionary and Thesaurus up to page 452, word by word, and now I cannot remember a single definition.
Now that we know each other better, please don’t go away without a word. Write to me here, or use the Contact form.