If a male calf qualifies to be a bull though in the making, then am a writer. . An amateur writer. A hungry one, a curious one. Hungry and curious to get better. I beat on my craft everyday. I write about people, places, things , events and occurrences. I do not write on politics. Occasionally in between my sentences are a few lessons to take home or to the bank.
I write because I believe in the power of words. The silent power. I write because I believe in the beauty of the art. I write because I believe in the universality of the art. I write because I love it. I love words.
I do not write solely for monetary gains . That won’t get me far. It would be nice if the art could smile back.
As of now I only have a vessel in the sea or ocean. Small vessel but it keeps me afloat. God willing I want to captain one of the big ships. Big vessel.
I want to get to a point where I write sentences that walk on their own if not sing. Words that teach, words that touch. Words that inspire, words that challenge and mock, words that entertain , words that talk. I want to sell words to those who sell publications. I also want to sell words in my publications at some point.
I want to one day have a stage where I will climb regularly and bring out the beauty of words with a purpose. Preferably on a weekly basis. I want to trot around the globe and take others along in words. Tell tales from around the world.
I want and will one day walk into a place probably a coffee shop or book signing and people will point at me, behind my back. They will point at me thinking won’t notice. They won’t point point at me because of my appearance. They wont point at me because of what I own. It will be because of what I do and what I have done. They will say something like “there’s the writer who writes really well”. Till then, lets take this journey together..