This summer has been so succulent for me. Yes, it’s had desirable qualities, has mentally nourished me, and has been full of juice and beautiful blooms. Succulents are beautiful, and these I captured at my grandma’s garden. My summer has been a journey. A journey into the real world, if there is such a thing. After graduation and after getting a decent first job, I’ve been learning a lot. Along with this journey into the real world, I’ve taken an adventure into the imaginable with my writing. It was such a great feeling when I released my first novel. Now, it sparks a light in me to just know that for the rest of my life, I can write what my heart tells me, and no one can stop me. It really is a great feeling.
To write, one must be inspired. It must come naturally to us. Yes, there are times in our writing when we take a break until our hands must bleed with unspoken words. Words that nourish the eyes of avid readers. I remember the first time I read my favorite book and how much joy that brought me. I also remember writing my first novel and seeing how much freedom it brings my racing mind that must write. Writers are born with a natural instinct to tell the world what’s in their head, how they see the world. It amazes me to know that I can forever write, forever learn, and forever grow like succulents.