Inner discussions

Writing has always been something that calls my attention since I was a kid. Actually, creating is that thing. Letters that create worlds are what call my attention. How people get to inspire others by writing a book, a song, a screenplay. How you can weave a mystery, write plots, invent characters, and bring new worlds to live. How you can imagine so many stories and amaze the people who are reading, listening or watching what you have created. That’s what actually calls my attention about writing. I see it as a process to create, to bring mysteries to live — and I have always been a fan of mystery — to inspire people somehow. Because it was a book, Harry Potter, the one who inspired me to be write when I was a kid. Though I stopped doing after a while since that was just not a career option for me according to other people. I was just too smart and not at all had a bit of art in my bones. But the, 10 years or so after that first fire was ignited and then doused off, I got to read another book: The name of the wind, by Patrick Rothfuss. And that book was the one that reminded me what was that thing I loved the most doing. It reminded me I could just do what I was passionate about without regard to the results.
And the way that book came to me just proves me right. Six months after graduating and obtaining a degree in International Business, I was 100% certain I did not want to follow that career path. So, I took some time off trying to figure out what to do next. In the meantime, I watched tons of TV series and movies and also started to read more often. Though I couldn’t find just the book for me. And one day I started wondering what if I could spend the rest of my life reading and watching series, and create the lifestyle I wanted around that. And on top of that inspire people around the world. The question hung over my head for about two weeks, and one day after my MMA class my trainer recommended me a certain book, the name of the wind. I didn’t find the review amusing, but my gut told me I had to read that book and so I did. And once I finished somehow I got my answer. Yes, I could spend the rest of my life doing the things I love. I discovered my love for writing once again, and I also discovered my fascination for world creation and plot twists. I discovered that besides writing books I also wanted to create a series, write a movie. I started to look into the freelance world, but I started looking for the money. I ignored what I was passionate about and soon got tired and started looking somewhere else. Away from writing. And though I had the idea of writing a book, it was just that: Ideas written down in a notebook. And it took me a whole year of thinking and wishing to actually make a decision. The decision that I wanted to follow my passion no matter the odds, the desire to inspire millions of people. And so, here I am. Starting all over again, this time bringing my focus to my passion and my vision.