I’m not a writer. #blog0
I am not a writer. Growing up, I was not really fond of reading, and thus writing wasn’t something that came naturally to me. I was, in fact, scared of writing. I wasn’t confident about my English (I’m Indian). I didn’t know how to put things together in the right structure; I just couldn’t think I could do it.
I remember in elementary school, my mother would help me with my school essays and I would be so happy about it. Even if it was a simple topic, for example, about my summer vacation, I was too scared to write anything for it won’t be good enough.
One thing I knew for sure was that I was very talkative. Finally, coming to college in the US, there was no mom helping me with my English classes. So I kind of had to buck up there, but this time it was different. A lot of my classes just involved writing reflection papers or journals. That was so new to me!!! Never did I know that there are so many different kinds of writing just as there are different kinds of reading. I was amazed! Now I could finally write! Soon, reflections after reflections, journals after journals, this became non-scary, in fact, really fun. I realized I always had something to write; rather had more to write over the word count.
And that’s just because I had so much to talk about! Talking about my feelings or on a familiar topic, or describing my day or an event I attended was so easy to me. There was no filter, just me sharing my knowledge or expressing my thoughts. I loved it!
So now that I miss college and I miss all my writing assignments I decided to restart my writing journey. Like why not get back into it, do something that I did enjoy doing back then, and see where it goes.
So here’s my mini journey of how I got into writing eventually. So turns out, I am a writer, I guess. Thanks for reading along, see you in the next blog!
