I am a city girl with Bicolana blood. The first time I remember actually loving the fact that I exist was when I discovered books; romance pocketbooks to be exact. I was only 11 years old when my fascination with reading romance started. But I was too young, and I wasn't supposed to be reading them yet; so my Aunt decided to keep her pocketbooks hidden from me. She thought that stopped me from reading but what she didn't know was that I actually knew were they were and those time that she thought I was sleeping every afternoon on weekends were actually my time to read them secretly.
The first time that I attempted to write a certain story was when I was a freshman in High School. It was just a moment of bliss; it was already 10 in he evening and I can't sleep yet. So I secretly went to the kitchen and scribbled on my notebook. After two days of only sleeping a total of four hours and an aching hand, a short story about a bad boy with good intentions and a good girl with painful past was born. My classmates read it, they loved it, so when the notebook was returned to me, it was as if it came from a storm.
It encouraged me to do more.
But you see, I've had other priorities, Writing and reading might be already running on my blood but my heart and soul has other plans. I was just 17 years old when I was able to organized an actual gig. You know, with rock bands and beers in a bar? Yeah, that was a moment I'll never forget. My blazing passion for organizing gigs despite the first one not that successful continued for three years, until I decided to focus on other things.
Since then, it was a wild ride. I wanted to do a lot of things, and I didn't know how. It came to a point that I thought I was different.. in a bad way. It was later that I realized that there are other people like me who are also struggling from being different. I don't know where I should go or what should be my goal. I was in a limbo when an opportunity came.
Someone from a big publishing house scouted me and my works. Fast forward, a few titles has been published under them. The stories were cringe-worthy but nevertheless, something that I am proud of.
Everything after that became a blur. All the highs and lows have became a part of me like it was a habit. I've struggled a lot and realized that pain will always be there so that happiness and success will be celebrated more sincerely.
I've made this blog as a new beginning, as something that will remind me that I accepted and opened a new chapter in my own book and to be more of what I wanted to be in the future.
This is my journey.
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