Sweet Valley Kids, that was my first ever novel. Childish, but hey I was five (or six?) then. For years, I grasped on every book I could see. I even browsed magazines and comic books. I loved words from then on. After which, my own father introduced me to John Grisham. Then my dream to be a lawyer was born. A few more years and I met Sidney Sheldon, Danielle Steel, and Clive Cussler. They were my father's, and they were the ones he deemed appropriate-reads for my age. In year 2002, I got hold of Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban. I tracked back the first two books that came out before that (because that's the third in the then 4-part collection). The next eight years included an exciting foray with JK Rowling's imagination as transport. I got sidetracked by Stephenie Meyer, when she introduced me to the Cullens, to Bella, and to that town of hidden terror. Right now, I'm still on that wide road through other people's works.
These were the highlights of my reading career. Writing came a bit later in life, when I was a high school freshman. My Science teacher, and class adviser, thought writing suited me. I was, to some extent, ecstatic. Imagine trying out drawing, dancing, acting, and singing only to realize you're not any good at them. Here then, was something I could take a shot at, I thought.
That was when I started writing. Subtlety was my greatest work. I wrote for the release it provided for my thoughts. I wrote for school contests, plays, and exams. I wrote because I could never speak honestly of intense feelings.
Until now, I do. And then some more. Writing now is a many splendid path back and to the lives my world cradles. Writing is a voice much louder than the one that comes out my throat. Writing is a pair of eyes that sees beyond what is at the surface. Hence, a writing blog. A fictional one, where people are more honest and situations are more faceted.
Your unexpected, but very much hoped for, stumble into this blog is highly appreciated. If you feel my style doesn't suit your reader-eyes, then by all means you can go (or have a go at me). No hard feelings. Please, however, bear in mind that this is my take on the craft. If, on the contrary, you like what you see here, then mucho thanks. That's you telling me, in effect, that I am getting good aims.
Roam at large, the territory's got no borders.
