Writing is an art that one can probably learn with hard work but, cannot master without an inborn talent. Some of us are good actors, others are great singers and then there are those creative writers. Playing with words is as difficult as mixing colors or composing new tunes. Each talent comes with its own share of hard work.
I always knew I would become a writer. Since I was in school, my favorite subject was English and I used to ace the course without putting in any real effort. I would write imaginative stories, essays and even poems. When I was in fifth grade, I started my own newspaper at home. I would publish it weekly, and it would contain news about our whole family, relatives and friends. This newspaper would be made on a big white paper, folded like a regular newspaper with four pages. Everything would be handwritten by me and it would take up a lot of my time. Still, I loved doing it.
When I grew older, I fell in love with a man who is now my husband. Every time we would get into a fight, I would end up writing him a letter. It’s been eleven years since we’ve been married and he has a whole box full of my letters. I found it easier to write about my feelings or problems than to say them out loud.
My love for the language made me into an English teacher. I taught for three years, and then resigned due to personal obligations. Staying home for a year made me realize how desperate I was to write. I then became a freelance writer. Writing for newspapers, websites and various companies, I now feel as if my life is back on track and I’ve found my focus again. It’s a great feeling!!!