I want to believe myself an Author. 

My name is Uba and am a graduate from a University in Nigeria. 

I try to write what I feel. What I see. What I hear -- whispers.  I try to make sense of things, when my brain only provides me with unordered series of fragments, crafted on hazy ideas and several possible outcomes...perhaps a billion, that develop and branch out unnaturally over an unspecified time frame. 
 Then you know -- only then you know the beauty of the dimension your mind taps into. Fluttering through realms of thought's and forced to choose the most reasonable among innumerable number of possibilities. Over time forced to look back and contemplate your once choice -- to see if you were indeed right. To tinker you effort -- the same effort you once considered beautiful. You look over it most times with disgust and wonder how poorly your mind functioned then. You wish to change it -- you do in fact. Some other times, you laugh at your own idea and wonder how brilliant your mind was to craft such extreme concept. 
Then again you consider the whole sequence -- writing, reviewing, editing. Then you wonder...; "does it ever end for me? All these time. All these efforts. All these sacrifices? 
Eventually you see the fruit. Then you beat your puffed out chest and say to yourself..."I am an Author. "

Am currently working on two of my stories here on wattpad : 
1.Abraham Dun : A game of Vengeance. 
2. The Key: Sails and Tides.
  I am done with a great deal of this works, creating the imaginary worlds and making the framework...and even posted some installment here on Wattpad forum. 
   But on Wattpad am moving the chapters gradually, as I allow various positive readers and Bookclubs, like The Rebel Book Club, review the piece to prime it. 
   In essence, I am still editing the work. Readers bare with me and please be kind 😊