My parents had moved a big green arm chair that once belonged to my great nan on my mum’s dad side of the family; they had to move it for my grandparents to use for their health reasons, one of my parents came in to ask me to sort out some folders that were left underneath the chair at the time. I went down to go and get them. Once I have brought them up; as I looked through I didn’t realise how much notes, stories and etc I had.
My god I didn’t realise how much I gone through in my late teens when I was back at college 17-21 years old; the love of writing I did back then was truly amazing, it gave me that sense of wellbeing of joy and happiness that I loved about writing. It just gave me the greatest achievement, sense of achievement and accomplishment of being able to do something like creative writing and blogging to a whole knew level.
Literally 3 files worth of old notes and stories that I use to write; on which now I am determined to carry on, achieving knowing that I can do this once and for all. Anyone can achieve their dreams if they can believe in themselves and work hard in what they want to do in life.