Watch Films, Read Scripts, Write Pages, Repeat

One of my earliest memories is sitting cross-legged on the carpet of a spacious condo, watching a cartoon with my dad. The flickering glow of the television painted soft, dancing shadows on the walls, and for a moment, it felt like magic was alive in that room. The Simple Things an animated short film from the Mickey Mouse series, enchanted me in a way I couldn’t yet understand. Even though we weren’t in a theatre, I was spellbound.

Looking back now, I see how that moment—the laughter, the quiet awe, the innocence of childhood—planted a seed in me. It’s easy to draw a straight line from that wide-eyed little girl to the adult I am today: an aspiring scriptwriter who sees the world through the lens of possibility. In that moment, I fell in love with stories, not just for their ability to entertain, but for the way they reveal something essential about the human spirit.

Writing scripts is my way of holding the reins of that magic, shaping it, and sharing it with others. It’s the closest I’ve ever come to feeling godlike—a boundless, liberating joy where I am free to create without fear or judgment. There’s something almost sacred about conjuring characters from thin air and breathing life into them through dialogue, letting their voices carry the weight of emotions and truths that resonate far beyond the page. Each scene is a canvas where my imagination meets the discipline of structure, the art of storytelling weaving seamlessly into the science of crafting a cohesive narrative.

But the act of writing isn’t always easy. Crafting a story into something whole, something meaningful, is a challenge—like piecing together fragments of a dream and hoping it makes sense when the light comes. And yet, that challenge is part of the beauty. The reward lies in knowing that my words, simple as they may seem, hold the power to evoke emotions, inspire connection, and, if I’m lucky, leave someone feeling as spellbound as I was at five years old.

Perhaps, in every story I write, there is a piece of that enchanted little girl still searching for her place in the world. Through my narratives, I try to honor her—the part of me that believes in magic, in hope, in the ability of stories to heal and uplift. I believe the time is coming when my Original Story will take its place in the world. And maybe, just maybe, it will remind someone else that they, too, carry their own quiet magic, waiting to be discovered.

Image from Wikimedia: Monaco’s view, the opening scene concept for my second script, ‘Amor Perfeito’.

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