Chapter 3: A Conversation

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Has it ever crossed your mind what makes a writer a writer?

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Has it ever crossed your mind what makes a writer a writer?

How other authors and writers became successful that they were marked down in history?

well, the thought of it still lingers in my mind.. what if I chose a different path that day?

The regret that I always feel deep inside my broken heart

what made you a writer they asked?

my answer has remained the same since then

was it worth it, they said?

my answer still remained the same.

as I answered these questions the whole world tuned in our conversation.

I lied.. I regret what I chose... It wasn't worth it. I said to myself

as the person right in front of me mouthered the words he asked, I calmly, ever so gently closed my eyes as my head moved back and forth.

not being able to resist the tiredness of our conversation I placed my Left arm on top of table and placed my left hand on my chin.

not being able to resist the tiredness of our conversation I placed my Left arm on top of table and placed my left hand on my chin

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It's time for you're supporters to ask questions he said

one by one they rose from their seats and asked meaningless questions such as how do I write?

but one particular guy who caught my eye was a young boy who stood up from the back of the theatre He asked why did I become a writer?

I smiled and looked at the boy.. and so I answered.. you never know what life will give you for all the sacrifices I made, there was no going back. The thrill of expressing and writing your own stories through imaginative ideas, the joy of the adventure that what drives me to become a writer.

As I gently sat back to my seat, my life began to flash before me.. how I wonder if I ever meet the man whom I loved so dear, would he be willing to read the books I have made with sweat and blood?

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