Here we go.



I can’t believe after months and months of procrastination I finally started a blog.
Now getting down to the actually point of this. I recently re-found my love for writing this year.


Just like my love for art and drawing reading has always been pushed by my mum, not as much as other children, but pushed none the less.


You see, I have a mind-set that when I finish reading an amazing book I can't start a new one, I hate change- let’s just leave it at that but after readings amazing stories, my best friend and I decided to write a book in grade 7.


I had written a book  years ago on my old laptop and let my mum read it, and let’s just end of saying that she had a lot of things to laugh about, but strangely my book was not at all hilarious but about something serious-love.


Maybe she just found it funny that I knew a lot about love and finding it for an 11 year old girl with her parents divorced.


We eventually never finished our books and I decided to write a new book in grade 8. I eventually didn't finish this either as I didn't know what to say next. All my emotions were squeezed into the first 7 chapters and suddenly went I started the 8th Chapter ,I lost all my words.


Recently at my school we had a writer's workshop and I seized this opportunity with open arms. It helped me expose myself as a writer and listen to others for inspiration. I got many good comments and decided that maybe I could start again.


Writing is an art just like many things but takes time, years ago I set aside time physically but wasn't ready for the adventures writing would take me on, I wasn't ready for the downs.


I just wrote for the sake of getting something on paper, but writing is not about that , it’s about putting your words, wisdom, knowledge on a piece of paper and having an effect on someone’s life, not your own. It's for people to learn from you, grow with your story, and understand who you are.


 I finally think, I'm ready for the adventures writing will take me on, the ups and the downs because I know at the end of all of this- whether no one hears my story or thousands of people do , I would know that I  put my words out in the world ready for some else to read and hear and maybe find something within them , they never knew they possessed..

I lot for a grade 10 girl to say, I lot for her to speak about, maybe a little immature but It’s my space and my viva voce- my living voice.


 

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