I once said that a writer's life is not easy. It is indeed true. I failed twice before my first MS was approved. But the process of getting it approved is not easy. I read a lot of blogs about romance writing, tried mind maps, storyboards, ten minute writing and etc. Believe me, I tried almost every trick possible just to have a good story to tell.
Perseverance is something I never thought I had unless when I am writing. When I was still connected with my previous company, I had a lot of complaints. Nothing seemed to please me. But when I tried writing, regardless of how uncomfortable I am, I press on towards my goal. And I really believe this is the world meant for me.
I tried to put this off for the last fifteen years for a lot of reasons. One of which is my mother's utter displeasure when I told her I would like to be a writer. I was thirteen years old then. She would always scold me whenever she would see me dribbling ideas in my notebook, stating that I'm just wasting paper and ink. So I tried to please her. I tried a lot of things. I tried to have different dreams. I had once been a teacher then a nurse, then a volunteer at a rescue team. I tried music, I wrote songs, I hiked and bus-hopped but none of them could put an end to the never ending desire of writing a book.
Fifteen years later, I decided to follow my dream, with the support and encouragement of people who believed in me. And I knew, despite the years that have passed, I still love writing so much. If we love something so much, no matter how long it would take, we would just find ourselves going back to what we really love most. I did. And two of my books are the products of that kind of love.
~janikka
Perseverance is something I never thought I had unless when I am writing. When I was still connected with my previous company, I had a lot of complaints. Nothing seemed to please me. But when I tried writing, regardless of how uncomfortable I am, I press on towards my goal. And I really believe this is the world meant for me.
I tried to put this off for the last fifteen years for a lot of reasons. One of which is my mother's utter displeasure when I told her I would like to be a writer. I was thirteen years old then. She would always scold me whenever she would see me dribbling ideas in my notebook, stating that I'm just wasting paper and ink. So I tried to please her. I tried a lot of things. I tried to have different dreams. I had once been a teacher then a nurse, then a volunteer at a rescue team. I tried music, I wrote songs, I hiked and bus-hopped but none of them could put an end to the never ending desire of writing a book.
Fifteen years later, I decided to follow my dream, with the support and encouragement of people who believed in me. And I knew, despite the years that have passed, I still love writing so much. If we love something so much, no matter how long it would take, we would just find ourselves going back to what we really love most. I did. And two of my books are the products of that kind of love.
~janikka
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