Received an email from Dad earlier today, in which he said he believed that I have a gift for writing, and that could be something that can be taken seriously as a hobby, or even a pocket money generator. Thanks, Dad.
Much as it was encouraging to hear that from Dad (who only distributes praise when necessary), the truth is I am no longer confident of my writing. Why would I be, when I rarely write anything longer than a Thank-you note, or a journal entry?
I enjoyed writing when I was younger, back when we had fictional essays to write (as opposed to academic essays which were just a load of "therefore", "however", and "besides that"). I did not like factual writing. They require actual thinking, and I was not allowed to write fancy descriptions.
These days, I still pick up my pen, but only to write to-do lists, jot down ideas, or write short sentences recording my thoughts. I don't really remember how grammar goes, or how many sentences to a paragraph, and synonyms and pretty words are just a Google search away.
Was just reading Reader's Digest in the State Library yesterday, and enjoyed the 100-word readers' contribution. It was just that, a 100-word essay. Not easy for me! But a good challenge, which I would like to propose a regular feature on my blog. Will write more about this later.
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