So what happened to me?
1. Lets say, i once had countless stories to tell and a never-ending love for fiction. Many personal things happened in my life to the point that I had dropped almost everything I was doing. (You can imagine its depression)
2. Later on in life, past the depressive stage, I realised that i had to choose. To choose which things contributed more to my future, and i was forced to somewhat drop many subjects of interest (such as writing and reading).
3. Love and romance? I was 15ish when i wrote everything. I'm now 23, and lets face it: reality and the land of wishing chairs are very much different. As a kid, reading and writing was like running away from everything. I was running into a little world i created just for me, where every plot twist and quirk was something that I had probably wished into my reality. Perhaps I had stopped writing when i realised that no amount of day dreaming would ever whisk me away into the village where Gabriel resides. Maybe I grew up and became a little bitter, now realising that you need to face your life and be brave:)
4. I had gotten discouraged. By what exactly? Successful authors with amazing plots and beautifully written words. Rather than setting realistic goals, I was impatient.
The question now is, should i and would i be able to continue writing? I don’t read much fiction of romance and love literature these days because i feel as if they’re unrealistic, and I’m not one to really romanticise relationships all that much anymore. I do, however, have cute tidbits of ideas of a story id love to share, in which i would like to incorporate with my art. So perhaps one day you might see me on Webtoon, rather than Wattpad:)
Thank you to everyone here who’s sent me beautiful messages and encouraging comments. Love you always.
Mishi
xoxo
Also, I have an art instagram where you can see my works. It's kinda messy... but if you’re interested: @the.mishi [link: https://www.instagram.com/the.mishi]