WHY DO I LOVE TO WRITE?
Quietly twirling in the chilling air, the first yellow leaves touch the ground. The playful sunrays, which slip through the wide window each morning, don’t warm up my room today. The half-sleepy sun hides behind the horizon and slowly disappears from the cloudy, dull sky. Reaching for a warm sweater, I look at my restless cat searching for a comfortable spot beside my computer. Looking at the gloomy sky, which promises a long rainy day, I quietly sit by the window, watching the sad autumn knocking on my door.
Another summer has passed, and so have my worries. My first self-published children’s books finally saw the world. I attended a few book signings organized by folks from old-fashioned Smithville Village and introduced my books to many of my little fans. It was an exciting experience and a lot of fun. I met new fans and greeted old friends. I would gladly make this journey over and over again.
Nothing in this world could compare to how I felt when I met my first little fan. She was an exquisite 8-year-old girl who happened to like my book The Trees Have Hearts. Her beautiful smile reminded me of my own daughters, who arrived in this country when they were her age. As nervous as I was, I kept the conversation going. The girl was smart and outgoing, with warm, understanding eyes. Right away, she understood why I had written this book.
Throughout the conversation, I had a tingling feeling in my stomach, the same as I had when the UPS truck stopped in front of my house and dropped off a brown package with my first books inside. After many sleepless nights, working hard on my books, I could finally see them in print. Looking through the book Carlo the Mouse on Vacation, I finally realized what I had achieved. It was something I had dreamed of my entire life: I had written a book! It was a small children’s book, just 44 pages, but at that moment, it really did not matter. I was as proud and excited as if I had written 700 pages. To see my books in print meant more than being a published author. It was a moment of achievement. I had accomplished something I love. I always wanted to write.
As we well know, somewhere deep inside each person hides a talent. One day, this talent refuses to sit inside; it wants to sneak outside. This is the moment! Don’t let it slip away! Hold on to this chance with both hands. I promise that you will never regret it.
Many people have shown the world that they could do extraordinary things. This is great! We need to see astonishing things. But this world is not built only on amazing things; it is also based on small everyday things, done by ordinary people like you and me.
I was in my 50s when I started learning how to write in English. I took a chance. I do not know where this journey will take me, but one thing I know for sure: I would never quit writing. I will go all the way to the end and see where my road will take me. By nature, I am a restless soul who likes new discoveries. I chose a hard road. I am writing my stories in a language I do not feel comfortable with. It would be much easier to write in languages I know and then hire a translator to do the work, but that is not an option for me. I perfectly understand what I would miss.
The English language is the most soulful, deep, beautiful language in the world, the language most of the world chooses for business, songs, poetry, lyrics, and communication. The English language is a world of remarkable words, phrases, and writings. It is the pride of so many famous authors. Yes, it is hard to learn a foreign language when you are much older and do not attend school. Learn it anyway. Learn how to speak, read, and write in the language of Shakespeare. Trust me, it is well worth your effort. Push yourself harder and grab every word you can. When I wrote my first stories in English, I felt like a small child who had written her first word, “mama,” on a piece of paper.
It’s never too late to learn something new. It’s never too late to do something you love. It’s never too late to reach for your star. You don’t have to succeed in everything. Choose one thing you love and do it with a passion. It is okay to fail once in a while. In life, we stumble and we fall. Don’t just lie there. Get up and move forward. Keep walking and never look back.
I love to write. I love this beautiful language. I write because maybe someday, someone in this world may need my experience. I write because I have something to share. I hope that people who are afraid of new things will see that there is nothing impossible if you make up your mind and stick to it. I write for one simple reason. I love how it makes me feel: free.
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