I never had intentions to write, I never saw myself writng nor did i see myself ever pursuing anything even close. That’s not to say I was not encouraged by teachers, mentors and friends.
I actually felt blah about the whole thing, and remarkably, I landed my first job at CBS, the epicenter of journalism.
They didn’t know I could write, and I didn’t let on that I could, to me it was best to be left alone where it belonged. Over the years, I found myself jotting notes, usually feelings i needed to get out and sometimes for children, I would create stories during holidays.
And who knows how this will go, I like it, I feel relaxed and easy with it, I don’t feel strained, it just comes out, so I will do the best I can and try not to compare myself to others. I am not a…
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