It never came to me to become a writer. When I stepped to high school, one thing that really fascinated me was the “library” (we never had one in elementary during our batch). It was like a moment of slow motion with a camera moving around. The shelves were discreetly standing, sheltering those books I was curious to hold and browse. The next thing I did was fill up my borrower’s card, and after reasonable weeks passed, I was counting the remaining squares for me to request a new one. The same story went on to my college library days. I and my colleagues even sneaked a sleep at the library when it was prohibited. And yet I never dreamed of writing (literally, haha!).
I haven’t written for books but have been partly editing and checking journal contents. The passion was cultivated by reading more books. The day I was captured by J.K. Rowling’s writing, I finally desired to become a certified “Writer” someday (minus the magic).
The starting point.