Last night I thought of sharing a few things about myself.I got 100 followers yesterday and now I can’t believe this had happened when I’m still wondering how I ended up here.Never did I imagine myself as a writer,not even once.Eventhough I scored some decent marks in english neither writing nor reading was my thing.
I remember the days I used to sleep in library with my eyes opened.one can always find me in playground and In any case if someone finds me in library that’s because I would accompany my friend to carry some of her books.
In this one month of blogging,sometimes I had jumped out of joy reading some of your lovely comments.Sometimes I tell myself, no jeni don’t take it serious you never know when you’ll stop writing.There were times I had a question what made me write? I don’t know.I don’t want to know.All I know is I love writing now,I’m starting to enjoy reading also and I did fell in love with some of your writings too.
I know I wasted your valuable time by posting this useless stuff.so now I’m trying to match up with a few encouraging words.After all,I believe good writing serves one of the two purposes.one feeds you with information and the other feeds your soul,touches your heart and leaves you wanting for more.
What I learnt in this short time is
If I can write,you can definitely write.Don’t ever fall in the trap of writer’s block.
You never know what future holds for you.just like how I chose a pen over many more aspects of life remain a mystery to me.