Dear Reader:
(Disclaimer — All blog entries on this website will be about me, written by me with clear focus on my views and perspectives of the world. If the word “me” bothers you, please leave this page as soon as possible. It has my name on it, and if you happen to be allergic, I don’t want you getting an attack of any sort: boredom, shock, intrigue, envy, inspiration, constipation, etc.
I shall not be held responsible for your interpretations or views of me, but only for the messages I try to convey. Please feel free to criticize and offer solutions, but don’t waste your time. I’m an old bore set in my ways and nobody’s opinions of me don’t matter in the least (family and friends included. Husband and dog however will remain relevant as they have no choice, but live with me every day.)
My name is Ioana Lee and I am 43 years of age. While I love my name (ee-wah-na lee ), I’m not so keen on the age thing. But looking at the bright side, there’s not a darn thing I can do about chronology, therefore I decided to make it matter. I’ve lived for myself the first 30 years of my life, I decided to live the rest for others. The decision was made on the assumption that I wont live past 30! Such generosity of spirit didn’t come naturally.
I am an author. I never intended to become one, nor do I insist on being called such. I wrote 3 books that I was Lucky to have some degree of success with. No master pieces, mind you, no fancy topics, nor intriguing plots, but genuine, real life stories. My books hardly made any money, but did give me some strange sort of recognition.
I was advised by a few real American and European authors ( all of them published best selling , very many books, therefore prolific writers, as opposed to editor or scribblers) to have an author page. I did not know what that meant considering everything I say or do goes publicly on my Facebook. Well, apparently, it gives you prestige. Now who doesn’t want that?
So far, the difference between me and the above mentioned personalities is that, apart from the obvious lack of achievement, the lack of author persona. I am very blonde ( as a local D.C writer referred to me in an obscure article about fancy hats at a famous garden party), I’m also terribly insecure about my ‘status’, as well as coming across as a sophisticated, well mannered, definitely conceited, DC socialite.
I loathe the word socialite and despise the concept. I never drink, nor smoke, nor do pot. I also don’t eat pork, cow nor insult people’s intellect.
Just marvel at their accidental lack of!
I’m not conceited, but I cannot help being very confident as a human being. Therefore affording the luxury to present yourself as ditzy, self-absorbed, yet vulnerably attached to human suffering, is a form of strength that intimidates the generally perceived ‘perfect’ people.
I live in a fancy area, drive a fancy car and, when pressed, I can and will put on very fancy airs. All these qualities get me into the places where otherwise I wouldn’t go, therefore had no stories to tell. And what good is a writer is he/she can’t tell a story? And what good is living life without sharing your stories?
Putting them on paper or not, is what, for many, makes the difference. Those that do, get the glamour of being called authors, those that don’t, wished they did do it someday. How about today?
Thank you to all my faithful readers. I admire your devotion and appreciate your patience. I’m deeply humbled and grateful for your support. You do mean a lot to me and I will try my very best to not disappoint you. I shall try to keep you updated on funny shenanigans and silly happenings from the “capital of the world”, Washington, D.C. as well as from my travels as per your kind request.
I wanted to let you know though, that I am working on my 4th book, therefore, my blog entries might be a bit irregular.
Please keep in touch and again, THANK YOU with all my heart!
Love,
Ioana
