write, right?
Writing has always been a passion since I learned that I could, well, write. It was the first semester of my high school then, the time when they were picking new writers for the school paper through a conference. I was chosen for literary section with my elementary idea of love written in an essay. That was all i had ever written for that year for the paper. Others were just gibberish my classmates loved and praised but judged lacking in elements by the paper coach.
The following year, when I transferred to a new school, I was made the features editor, thanks to my travelogue about the Land of the Rising Sun. My career in the school paper stopped technically at that position. For three years, I was never permitted to advance to higher position because nobody else could do my job. In reality though, I was an all-around staff – news writer, literary agent, features editor, managing editor, added to other tasks in the paper that no one else was willing to do.
But that doesn’t say everything about my love for writing. I used to write short stories about fictional characters to amuse everyone in the class. I believed then that I could publish a book eventually. I wrote to many a poem and posted them on bulletin boards to let them know my wrath. I didn’t send love letters to crushes, I made them essays.
College came and I suddenly realized how lacking my writing was (lemme use was for it really is worse then than now) I stopped until the PR prof advised me to start a blog. I did, a year after I received the advise. And goodness does it bring me into different places, literally and figuratively. It opened lots of doors for me but it also led me into lots of trouble. But I don’t really care about the consequences as much as i like the writing.
