My frustration of becoming a writer is coming back, and how I convinced my parents to pursue Journalism instead of Bachelor of Elem. Education. It's all flashing back and I felt so sad for it played through my mind all these days.
I want to write again. I want to write again the stories of everyday life event and how love plays our lives; how love brightens up our eyes; how love flattered our hearts and how love inspires our lives.
I always dreamt of becoming a novelist; of becoming a creative writer; to publish books of my own and all!
This is just the other side of me that other people did not notice (not even my family or friends).
But above all these, I still have my dreams of pursuing it.
I know I can – at least on my own little way – I know I can. IT's NEVER TOO LATE!
Signed:
Mary Josephine Ocon :)
