But I’m not good at words – in personification, metaphors and similes and even in symbolism. I can’t transform words from bland to heartrending. I use too much paragraphs and ‘he said, she said’. I can’t describe anything or anyone as vivid as my brain wants to. I’ve been having a writer’s block far too long.
Yet I still want to write. I want to write about my adventure, my feelings, my thoughts, my faith, my family, or my future pet fish. I want to write for all of you, but I also want to write for myself.
I hope it’s not yet too late to become one. I need to read a lot of books, at least a thousand. I need to learn new words and how I could make them dance in the reader’s eyes and mind. I know I need to learn a lot, but what am I doing?