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For those who are new here, I am a writer through and through. I cannot remember a time when I was not writing. I discovered my love of books from an early age and, more, my love for learning new things. I have told this story several times but I will tell it once more.
When I was about 8 years old, I found a book in my grandmother’s house titled ‘Habitats’. I had no clue what that singular word meant so I took it to my dad on my weekend visit. My dad was an avid reader and even then, I knew he would know what it was. He sat me down for a full Sunday afternoon, reading the book with me and explaining every word I could not pronounce or did not know.
That was the beginning of my reading.
Every Saturday, my dad would take me to the Good Shepherd library and ask that I read as many books as I can. He would bring me a hotdog and a drink for lunch, and pick me up at closing time. From there, we would drive home and I would tell him about every story I read and why I liked/disliked it. Then, I would pull out a list of words I had learned that day after scheming through the dictionary for their meanings. I felt on top of the world each Saturday; I traveled into different worlds, met so many characters and lived vicariously through their journeys and adventures.
By 10 years old, I had read Meg Cabot, Cecilia Ahern, Danielle Steele, Stephen King, John Grisham, Eoin Colfer and the likes. I finished Lord of the Rings, Alex Rider, Artemis Fowl and Harry Potter by the time I was 11. And I read until I felt I had a story I could tell.
Given, my influence in writing stemmed from sites such as Wattpad but slowly, I found my voice. I found my way of telling stories and conveying a message. I found the stories I loved, the ones I wanted to read but could never find. I write every story for me, first.
I write stories I would want to read, stories I would give the time of day. How could I expect the world to love something I do not love? That would be an utterly ridiculous and delusional expectation.
I always joke to my friends that I would ran mad if I ever stopped writing, and I feel that becomes a possibility every day.
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