WRITING FEVER

"Why don't you write, Ate?" asked my cousin Jesse. "If you try to write, you might be amazed to discover how many stories you can come up with. Try writing a story, a script, a novel, anything!"

I just shrugged my shoulders, for I don't believe I can. Writing would entail a lot of time and I don't have that. A good writer has a lot of vocabulary in store, and neither do I have that. I don't even remember a book I have read. I am not fond of reading, unlike all the girls in my family. How can I compose a good story when I don't believe that I have what it takes to be a writer? If I write, it will only be me and my parents who will appreciate my writing. I doubt it if my daughter will even take a minute to read it.

But some things happen along the way even if it's not in our plans. I am now getting inclined to it because I have a lot of free time at home. Writing eases the boredom of having no one to talk to when my daughter is in school. I needed to talk to the world outside through my computer. So here I am, enjoying the new venture. 

I had a few rehearsals, though. Some friends have sought my help for their children's writing assignments, to which I gladly complied. I gave them tips and some information on how to go over it. No, I didn't spoon-feed. That was also how I taught my little girl.

Now it's hello world, here I come... trying to compose the confidence which has been lost for quite a time. I am writing not for anybody else but for myself, hoping that this fever will be therapeutic for me.

I am aware of my capabilities and limitations, though. There's still a lot to learn, but I promise to do my assignment. Plus, I have a lot to share insofar as lessons in life is concerned so I will never run out of topic to discuss. I've been through a lot of ups and downs; I've seen a lot of what the world has to offer. And maybe, just maybe... the reason why I've been through it all is because I've been destined to write when I grow old... and it's happening now.