Do you want to be a writer?
I never did ask myself this question when I first started to write. I started scribbling when I was around twelve to thirteen years old as a way to express my emotions.
I still remember the large spiral notebook that became my first writing space. It was large, bondpaper-sized, and on its cover was the picture of a well-known celebrity. Don’t ask me why I chose that notebook. I’m not even a fan of that celebrity as far as I can remember now.
Those were the days.
When I would be upset by a conflict with friends, I’d write on that notebook. A sudden urge would come to me and I would write about a silence broken by a drunken man shouting “Buno!” (“Let’s wrestle”).
Besides that notebook, I also had a diary where I would write my musings and crushes, and all the things that teenage girls find important.
Not that my writing was any good. I haven’t seen lately that notebook so I can’t tell you right now, but I wouldn’t be surprised if I’d cringe if I read today what I wrote then.
There were two things that helped me in my journey to taking writing more seriously. I’ll share this with you on my next article.