Believe it or not, I just woke up one morning and decided that I want to become a published writer. "To write stories," I told myself, "that will be my goal in life." For years I was not interested in goals in life. That's because I had none until that day I decided I want to become a published author. From kindergarten, through elementary, through high school, college, and after college, I've been asked what my goal in life was. And almost every time my answer would be different from my previous one. Now, I am thankful to say, I have only one goal. I want to become a published writer, specifically to be a published novelist.
I am taking, what I believe are, positive actions towards realizing this dream. I've read Stephen King's "On Writing" and I'm currently reading Sol Stein's "Stein on Writing". I'm not a native English speaker and rarely use English except in official correspondence, in online forums, and this blog. I need all the practice that I can get, and all the nuts-and-bolts that I can lay my hands on. I'm sure I'll be able to learn things from these two books. I could do worse than not reading them. It will just be like college, again. Except that this time around, I'm having fun while learning how to write stories. I'm also praying that I'll achieve this dream. Studying and praying. I can already see the end of the rainbow. The only thing left is to find out if the pot at the end contains gold, or hot water.
I'm not sure whether I'll achieve this dream or not, but hey, it will be worth the journey, whatever the outcome.
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