Not the school essays, paragraphs or anything like that – I mean the creative ones. The ones you write yourself – they may be stories, poems, even songs, or whatever.
If I was ever asked, “What do you like about being a writer?”, I’d remain silent for around five minutes. My thoughts would be like, how do I start explaining it?
Being able to imagine and write is a blessing.
And I’d do my best to not lose that.
I had started writing in Bengali when I was seven. The writings from that time are now some childish, cringeworthy (cringey is not a word) words placed one after another. But I still love them – those writings are the proofs of how innocent and simple a child can be.
In June, 2015, I discovered Storybird, a very friendly and fun writing website. That’s when I took writing seriously. I started writing in English, and it was more enjoyable to me than writing in Bengali (Why? I don’t know).
I realized one thing today. On June 15th, it’ll be 3 years since I started writing my book Best Friend. It is my first ever English book – that means I started writing in English on June 15th.
That’s so special to me ❤
June 15th will be a busy day for me, plus I don’t know how to celebrate that. Some might say, “Celebrate as a writing day!” — but, to me, every day is a writing day.
I guess I’ll make something like an art – or whatever – respecting my little creations and friends.
Anyway, today I decided to post two little funny parts from Darkened Sky, a novel I’m writing these days. These parts are about Florenza, a princess and a mouse named Willow.
“Well, Florenza, I do have a name.”
“Oh, really? I never knew that.”
“How would you ever know,” the mouse said, “you never befriended a mouse before.”
“True,” Florenza replied.
“I’m Willow, but you can call me Will,” the mouse said.
“Such an adorable name! I’m…”
“No need to tell me, I already know that,” Will smiled.(…)
Florenza rubbed her eyes and get out of the bed. She opened the door and took the plate.
“Don’t forget this,” the person outside said, and handed Florenza a note.
Florenza shut the door and went to the bed again.
“Ugh… what again?”
“Well, whoever you are, just let me sleep.”
“Oversleeping is bad, Florenza.”
“WELL, I DON’T CARE, JUST LET ME SLEEP.”
“I never knew humans could be so lazy. Phew, what a relief, too good that I’m not a human.”
Florenza opened her hazel eyes.
“Oh, so it’s you, Will.”
These parts are from my first draft, so these may lack good quality, but trust me, the third draft will be much better. I guess I’ll post these two scenes again once I start writing the third draft, so that you can compare between the versions.
Well, that’s all for now, see you in the next post! ❤ Bye!