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Flexing the writing muscles

  • Writer: Anizabella Lesmana
    Anizabella Lesmana
  • Dec 3, 2016
  • 2 min read

Disclaimer : this post will be about me blabbering things that i’ve been wanting to write and share, so if it’s not float your boat, discontinue reading is strictly allowed.

Well hello!

What a time to be alive! What a time to be back here, sharing my thoughts aloud through words. It’s the weekend, but still– I have something to get done with by Monday (obviously) but the impulse to write is overwhelming. So, guess I’ll just pretend to forget what i have to submit on Monday :p

I currently have a day job that took most of my 5-days-a-week, 9 to 5 time, including my spare time to continue writing where i left off and to read. I’ve been adapting to my new routine, but i think it’ll take a while until I am able to get back on my own two feet and get used to all this. I desperately need an alone time to write.

I sometimes wonder how many writers out there, able to keep writing (and produce something awesome) while having a day job. J.K Rowling able to continue write Harry Potter on her lunchtime, Rainbow Rowell able to write her novels while she’s working as a journalist — she can even finished her books by joining NaNoWriMo. I believe, great writers are like that. Aren’t they awesome.

When i’m too busy to write, all i can think about is writing. All i want to do is run away to my stories, and live there for a moment. Writing a story is like a pocket of imagination that i can carry everywhere, even when i don’t have the time to get back at it and continue writing straight away.

If you ask me about what i want to be in 5 years time,

I still going to answer, An author whose books are in the top of “Bestseller” shelf.

The sky’s the limit, my dear.

Drop me a comment if you feel the same way about finding time to write on a tight day to day schedule, or if you have any advice on how to tackle them! I would love to hear it.

Until then,

Smell ya later!

-Belle-

 
 
 

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