Tina Rovatti
About me
Okay, this section is like when you meet someone for the first time and the person across from you says "so tell me about yourself" and you're like "not much to tell, really."
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For what's it worth, here's some 411 ... I'm first-generation Canadian from Greek parents (Spartans), watching comedy movies is my jam, numbers and I have a love/hate relationship (mostly hate), love chocolate WAY too much for my own good (hubby has to hide the Nutella if he wants to have any), love grey, rainy days (hence the background here!), married to the boy I first fell in love with in Grade 9 (although our teenage romance lasted only from Christmas to the end of the school year), no kids but for a deaf all-white feline diva, love to laugh and live a quiet, peaceful, fairly uneventful life. Like I said, not much to tell!
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I've always been a day-dreamer. One of my fondest memories of growing up was sitting on my parent's covered deck, all bundled up and shielded from the pouring rain, enjoying my imagination's feature presentation. That activity slightly changed once I moved out on my own and lived in Vancouver's West End - loved getting drenched walking along the beach while enjoying the movies in my head.
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I started many writing projects over the years, but never truly carved out the time to get the job done ... until recently. My own personal example of how anything is possible as long as you're willing to commit to it ... now if only I could apply that commitment to going to the gym! [Those who know me are chuckling 'cause they know it'll never happen!]
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Telling stories with friends
Meet my friend Diana Bogdan.
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Diana and I met in 2004, when I first sat in her salon chair. I always looked forward to our conversations. The more we spoke, the more we learned about each other and soon realized how very similar our thoughts and values were, despite our geographical upbringings. It was during one of my appointments I commented on how interesting her stories were. When she told me she'd often been told she should write them down, something clicked! It was one of those moments when your ears and mind are open at the same time. I asked her if she was interested in putting a story together ... she said yes ... and the idea for this story was born! It's morphed quite a bit since its inception, but that's how it all started. Gotta love it.
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Part of what made this such a great experience was how it facilitated a blossoming friendship. How so, you wonder? Our process was beautifully simple. It started with a warm beverage and tasty treat. Once the first sips and bites were taken, the brainstorming began and after two hours of good and bad idea-sharing, exclamations of praise, vocalization of rebuttals, and that sweet spot of agreement and shared excitement, the laptop lid closed. The next step of the process was me sitting cross-legged with my laptop atop my lap (say that quickly five times!) writing the story around our collaboration. This process repeated over the course of a year and a half ... until that one day when the last sentence was typed. Since then, we've become closer friends and have even started a second project together.
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I'm excited about upcoming and future writing projects ... especially those that will involve telling stories with friends!
