It isn’t the Christmas warmth that’s spreading over me. It’s the warmth from YOU.
Yes, You– all of you guys.
I realised something. Not like one of those sudden “BAM!” realisations, but a slow, steady one.
I’ve been writing forever. Atleast as long as I can go back to un-fuzzy memories. Like about the time I was six years old and I caught chicken pox so I was quarantined to my grandma’s. That was the first time I stayed away from my mum for such a long time so, I wrote a letter to her everyday. Funny thing is, I never posted them. Just wrote them in this diary she sent me. Talk about kiddy personal satisfaction. When I got back home, I still had a lotta pages from the diary left, so I started writing. Just like that –poems and stories and just about anything. That’s how writing stuck with me. I’m emotionally, psychologically dependent on it.
Anyway, the point I’m trying to make is, even though I’ve been writing all my life, it’s taken on a new meaning since I got this blog, joined AW and met all you wonderful people. Most of my friends aren’t writers. Atleast no one is as stuck on YA as I am (mentally stunted takes on a whole new meaning with me). So writing and wanting to getting published was always my BIG SECRET.
Being a writer in solitude might have a lot of pros but I think having people to share your work with has more pros. As I’ve observed since November, when I really got this blog going. Having writer buddies has not only spurred me on to write more, but it’s made me a better writer, I can tell. Or rather, I know. Or, okay, maybe I’m just delirious with all the cold I’ve caught.
Whatever it is, I wanna thank all you guys for being such great people. ALL OF YOU. You’re all very special “snowflakes” in your own rights.