I can’t write. Well, not in the tradition pen and paper sense.
Honestly, if you were ever to have the misfortune of seeing my dire handwriting, you would probably run away screaming and feeling confused.
Stop reading, start speaking
Stop translating in your head and start speaking Italian for real with the only audio course that prompt you to speak.
About the only being likely to find my handwriting even moderately attractive would be a female spider in search of a mate. This poor deluded lady-spider might just about mistake my illegible scrawl for the love poem of some amorous male of the spider species.
Thanks be to computers and their neat keyboards, is what I say. Some of my readers though, may well wish that I had never discovered computers or the joys of blogging!
Sorry, if I write too much.