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Write and don't give up

Not a long time ago, I decided I wanted to write. I did not even dare to call myself writer, since I didn't believe I had done enough to deserve such a recognition but then I read a post that said anyone who writes can be a writer, and I started thinking so. Being a writer is not a recognition but a decision. Anyone can write if they work on it, and that's what I did.

Ever since I was a kid I love inventing stories and writing them down or telling them so I can share them with other people and make them enjoy. But this time I wanted to make it big. I decided to write a novel even though I didn't believe I were ready, it was kind of a challenge. I started with a great idea (or at least that's what I thought it was), a pen and an empty sheet of paper. I started writing words, sentences, paragraphs, it was some sort of magic going out of me trough my hands to the paper, I couldn't stop writing..., until I got stuck. I knew how to continue with the story, I had new ideas, but I felt like I couldn't find a proper way to put them all together. I felt like I would always repeat the same process, the same, always the same. And then I realised maybe I wasn't ready, maybe what I thougth when I first started was true, I lost patience, I lost faith. I doubted. A lot. However, I didn't give up. I wanted to achieve my goal, to write, anything, anything that would deserve to be read, to be shared with the world. It took me some time, but some day, in the middle of the night I found it, I found a solution to stop waiting. I needed to practise, to gain experience, I had to write every day, every single day. It didn't have to be part of the novel, otherwise the novel would be full of so bad parts but about anything that came to my mind. In order to do so, about a month ago, I started writing this blog. I know it's not much, it doesn't have many posts, they are quite short and they may not be very good, but it's my chance to start something which doesn't necessarily have to be big, it just has to be important to me so I don't stop before I achieve my goal.

And I think that's the key to succes, hard work and self-confidence. And I know someday, somehow, I'll do it. I'm going to be able do write something I'm happy with, something I really want to share with the world. And if I can do it, you can do it too.

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