maria RONNA luna pastorizo

Wednesday, July 05, 2006

my love for the written and the spoken word began with my family’s storytelling over lunches, over meriendas (afternoon snacks) and over dinners. my parents did not read well-known fairytales or children’s stories to my brother and i when we were young, they instead talked incessantly about our family history - my father’s war ambush experience in laos, my mother’s clairvoyant friend who predicted many milestones in her life, their love story immortalized in boxes and boxes of letters spanning two continents - and on occasion, philippine superstitious beliefs and folktales.

i never imagined myself becoming a writer, and i still don’t claim to be – but i write what i think, and i write what i feel. always have since i was seven, when my godmother gave me a blank diary. miss driubalavu encouraged me to write when i was ten upon stumbling on one of my short stories in class. my scribbles like my sketches have been sporadic but constant all these years.

to write children’s stories, illustrate them, and design children’s books – to be the creator of a whole book is the stuff of faeries to me. their realm i visit whenever i can, day or night.

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