When I was a kid, I had often been fascinated with books. They were the ones I ran to after I got scolded or after I got into fights with my neighbor friends. I found them comforting because I seem to become the lead character and lead characters are the ones who are always happy in the end. Of course, that’s because then, my books were fairy tales which of course have the line ” and they live happily ever after” in the end.
Well, my interest in books (fantasy or fiction.. I don’t seem to have much patience on super serious books) started there and reading became a stress reliever ever since . As I was growing up, I often imagined how it would feel like to be an author, how it would feel like creating worlds that will make people believe. Of course, I thought that this would just be an imagination and that it would not be possible. It’s a profession that everybody knows exist but simply doesn’t bother to become one (at least that’s what I thought).
When I reached fourth year high school and the pressure of finding a course that would best suit me was at its peak, I chose Creative Writing. I’ve heard lot of advices, like choose International Studies so you’d be an ambassador, or Political Science as a pre-course for Law, or the common advice which is “take up Nursing so you could work abroad”. The other choices were practical and tempting. It’s a promise of having a secured future and lots of cash. But I didn’t even have the slightest interest in politics and the thought of becoming an ambassador seemed absurd, and science was never my forte. How would I be sure I’ll never grow tired of these kind of careers and dump it in my forties leaving me broke and almost too old to do what I really want?
Until now, the dream of becoming an author still seems far-fetched. As a kid I saw them as fascinating creatures like fairies and elves. They can weave stories and tales and make them come true in the mind of the readers like they have magic of some sort. Doing something like that may be difficult, or worse, impossible, but I’d like to try, and this may be my first step. ![]()
