I can vividly recall the voice of my father from outside my room. I always dreaded and cursed this habit. Anytime I had his loud footsteps outside my room, I would quickly jump off my bed, race towards the study table, light the reading lamb, and randomly open a page in some book. My dad insisted that I had to occupy my time with reading books. He loathed my habits of being online on social networks all the time. The habitual reading changed my perception towards life. I started realizing how invaluable different books were. Since fifth grade, I became interested in reading so much that I was reading varying genres. Intricate science fiction novels and newspaper columns from preferred writers became my favorite. My writing passion was greatly influenced by my habitual reading. I have always wanted other people reading and appreciating my written works.
I was so passionate about writing that I started writing a fictional book in high school. Reading and appreciating works of famous columnists in different newspapers influenced my passion. I felt that I had to do writing that would be talked about by people. During classes, especially in the afternoon, I could not concentrate on the instructor. I was constantly checking the internet for new information regarding refugees. I was writing about the lonely life of a refugee girl, inspiration sourced from knowledge of the refugee situation in an African country, a work that I had read in the New York Times. I did not disclose the contents of my developing book to anyone but my parents. Being an educationist, my father admitted that the storyline of my novel was great. He also congratulated me on the step that I had taken. He rated my writing as interesting especially for my age then. Though I did not publish the book in the long run, I do believe that it was one of my greatest writing experiences.
Though I had developed a keen interest in learning and specifically writing, I did not think that I would consider doing it for a living for the rest of my life. As is the common case with numerous individuals, shifting career goals is as a result of indecisiveness. While in college, I lost track of writing and developed interest towards computer technology. Peer pressure from close friends influenced my new career choice. During that period, I worked on a computer as a salesman. Although I derived my satisfaction from the fact that I was selling new technology to clients, I was still not fully satisfied with the post over the years that I worked there. I conscience kept telling me that I was in the wrong career path. The decision to nurture my writing talent and skills was one that I do not regret till now. I have never regretted quitting my sales position in the computer shop. I don’t think I will ever.
Joining a writing class will aid me in further sharpening my skills. It is a process that will keep alive my passion. Since I have already made up my mind that I will pursue writing as a career, I believe that being part of a writing class will be in my best interest. I expect to perfect my writing skills by the end of the course. It is a process that will also ensure that I have adequate writing experience by the end of the course. I can do nothing more than look forward to joining the class.