I used to write poems, stories and short plays during my teenage days and early 20's. I never took it serious then; they were a bit of spur of the moment writings, never planned out or pondered on before I start writing and sadly never documented😔. During my 3rd year of university/college I decided to take it serious. I started to write a story with outlines of how the story flows through chapter by chapter. The story was fiction and I already had d end of my story sorted( it was supposed to be a one day event story starting with flashbacks and leading to end of the story). I already knew what I was writing except the fleshing out from imagination of course. The story's plot was about a young lady who had a rough life growing up but later found a great lover (all she wanted in a man) and were about to get married but 2 days to d wedding he was shot dead by robbers she finally lost it and became insane that was how the story was to end (so sad), but guess what steemians?! This story started happening to my very close friend in school. I didn't know till she told me of the death of her husband-to-be and how she was an orphan from birth (Just like my story's plot) I was scared to my bones. I totally stopped writing i didn't want my friend to go insane. That was it about creative writing for me. I burnt the book I was writing for fear it might manifest.( Superstitious Me😔😕) .
For years I have been yearning to write; those spur of the moments inspirations do come but I quench them and never write them down. Today I went through my old school books and found few poems I wrote before I stopped writing, guess what now? These few poems are stating exactly my predicament in life now.(I am going through a broken relationship now. I will be fine) back then when i wrote those poems they were not about me. Today they resonate to me.
Here's one of those poems (written 10 years ago)
Certainly life goes on and and on
With no time left for regrets
Picking up isn't one of my good qualities
Messing up isn't either
A little shaking up will definetly do
As I learn the hard way
Pictures could be deceiving
Laughter could turn to shrieking
Smiles fade to sorrow
But definitely I will get over this.
Dear steemians what do you think? Do I keep writing? Like for real make it my day job? Honest opinions would be valued. Thank you for reading. Here's a picture of my old school book. 😂
It must've been a nice feeling to go through all those poems, which basically resemble the person you were in highschool.
I believe you have to keep writing, if you know that in your country, this can be a serios job. For example, I would also like to start a writing career, but in my country there are few to no writers who can survive off of writing books.
Thank you @limitlessboy i guess i should not that writing pays much in my country, but I can do it for steemit and use it to sharpen my innate writing ability. I might just do it part time.