Angie Corrections

As a child, I reworked the song 'Petit Papa Noël' because I felt the original didn't fully express my feelings. As a teenager, I diluted my anxieties and romantic disappointments into vials of black ink that I spread on my blank pages.

Through my reading, I realized the place words occupied was growing in my daily life. Previously a hobby, then an outlet, they became a reason to leave everything behind and start anew, differently.

Naturally curious, I developed the habit of verifying the credibility and veracity (historical or scientific) of the texts I encountered. I enjoy exploring all subjects and delving into them as much as possible. Writing platforms have taught me a lot about what I can offer authors seeking improvement.

My certification at the Centre d'écriture et de communication de Paris finally convinced me that the profession of proofreader had always been my calling.

Finally, the death of my grandfather, particularly his funeral, triggered a realization. Why must we always wait for someone to leave to truly see who they were?

I only knew 'Pépé,' the rough painter, who loved animals and his wife. At his funeral, I discovered the committed soldier, the apostate who was friends with both the priest and the mayor, the regretted learned companion.

Today, I lend my pen to anyone who wishes to convey their knowledge and anecdotes, in order to remain forever whole and alive in the memory of those who remain.