I know what you're thinking: Another aspiring writer.
Please be welcome. I'm hoping you're sitting right now, you know, so you can get comfortable because this will be quite the emotional trip.
Nah, just kidding.
Let's start with laying down some facts. The first time I sat on a chair and wrote was at age fourteen. That's twenty years ago! That didn't go anywhere. I was fourteen, not exactly an excuse, granted, but for me it works because I was more dedicated to other things, like drawing.
The next time I found the will to write was at age seventeen.
I used to be a teenager with one wild heart which was often broken. I always dreamed of that perfect love story, not one that happened in a book or movie (or anime, which I devoured passionately at that time). No no. I dreamed about the perfect story where I was the main character.
Long story short: that never happened.
I wasn't a very prolific writer. In twenty years I wrote the same novel four times, another novel I lost one summer, and a few drafts for other things. Which I know, it's not a lot.
Add to it that I was writing my novels and stories for my own entertainment. I was a hobbyist.
Then at some point I had a conversation with a friend who told me, basically, that I should be trying to publish my stories, that they were engaging and good reads.
Yeah, I believed this friend.
This is how I started with this, last year. Because I believed this friend, who told me that my words deserved to be shared and read. Because my words don't belong only to me anymore.
Hope you enjoy your visit, and find what you're looking for: Good reads.
- JoinedJanuary 8, 2017