I have always loved writing. At the young age of 9 my parents sent me to weekly creative writing group for kids. For the next 7 years I biked weekly to my local library and wrote with other same minded teens. There was times when just me and my best friend showed up but also times when over ten kids would run around the library trying to spy people for their next stories.
Wednesday evenings were my safe heaven.
But my love for writing and telling stories doesn’t mean that I was good at it. I learned reading as the last one on my class. Words and alphabets didn’t come easy to me. If I wrote something without paying too much mind to it, no one could understand my messy hand-writing. And despite this I continued writing.
When I was just a kid with unsaid dreams everything seemed so easy. Writing – dreaming of career as an author. But then reality hit me. Adults aren’t supposed to dream of impossible things. It would be easy to tell million stories of the time when I gave up and maybe in the future I will but now it’s easier to jump back to the current times.
I found my dreams again.
It’s not easy. There’s so much doubt in my mind but all I can do is try my best. All I know is that I want to write. That’s it. Sounds simple. And that’s why I decided to start this blog.
Last week I got letter that I was accepted to Finland’s best creative writing school to study for one year. It feels like my dreams are slowly coming true. And so I want to blog all about it. I’m eager to share my story (and maybe learn better English in the process).