Initially my posts were about my thoughts; but as time flew by, my fantasies started roaming at large on the blog. My first fictional story was a 110-word short story: Corporate Combat. I still don’t know how to express what I felt after writing it. I won’t say I found my true calling in writing but I can definitely say I found a part of myself; a part that was lost forever to me; a part that contains all my hopes; a part that’s powerful enough to make me and break me.
When in school, I used to run away from poems. I hated poets, especially Byron. I always thought it was much ado about nothing. Imagine my surprise when few poems found their way on the blog. I’m proud of Broken But Alive and I Walk. I don’t know how good they are but I enjoy reading them again and again when mood strikes me. Narcissist, aren’t I?
This one year journey is not only my growth as a writer; it’s also about me evolving as a friend. Being little bit introvert, it has always been difficult for me to open up. Miraculously I made some wonderful friends on Blog-O-Sphere whom I’ve never met but I cherish their friendship. And I hope my friendship with them will last through highs and lows of our lives.
Enough of my blogging year. I can’t stand to bore you more than this. Tell me, since how long have you been reading me! How do you see my evolution as a writer? Hope I won’t receive bricks and bats on my 1st b’day as a writer!