Pick

My father used to say that all I ever wrote were love stories and that it wasn’t going to get me anywhere. He always felt like if I really had the gift of writing, I should write socially relevant things. Yes, that’s because he is so good at things like that, the subversive, the socially challenging and eye-opening things.

That’s not me, though.

I’m good at emotions, at least I like to believe so. That means, I’d be much better off writing love stories and other emotional pieces.

Speaking of stories, I am currently writing something. I’ve been working on it on and off for about a year now. I just don’t find enough time to concentrate on it, so everytime the urge hits me, I write as much as I can before I find myself pressed for time again.

As far as I can tell, I like it. I think it’s going to end up great. However, I do need someone to read through the things and chapters I’ve written and let me know if they are getting the exact vibe that I meant for them to get.

Unfortunately, the people I know either have busy lives, aren’t really that much into reading, or won’t appreciate the artistry that I need from them.

Anyway, I’ll maybe just keep on writing until I find someone who can help me pick my brain apart, or the story for that matter.