When I was younger I heard a little voice in my head telling me a story. So I listened. The stories came regularly and continued until today. The little voice spoke during my time of solitude, during those rare quiet moments, or times when I find myself alone, like when I'm driving to and from work. Over the years, I have jotted down on paper some of these stories -- not one of them complete. It was up to me to write the rest of the stories.
Gosh, if only I could write, I'd have my own Harry Potter series of books (LOL)!
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whats stopping u my friend ? now u have a platform and friends , why dont u write them all ?
what's stopping me? it's a little thing called "talent" that's what :D
Share some of those stories, even if they're not finished yet. Would love to read it..
I know exactly how it feels! But I see that you're doing great with your blog, so I'm sure you'll be doing great with your stories too :)
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