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Believe in Respect for Respect and Live and Let Live!

I have been writing for more than 10 years. I started writing in 2007 and have not looked back since. A circumstantial occurrence led me into this road of many twists and turns in my life. On days like this, when I don't feel like talking about the upsets in my life, I just leave reasons hanging in the air.

I began with penning poems in a paid writing blog Blogit. I met some really wonderful and talented writers there who encouraged me in my poetic ambition. Soon I began to learn about poetry. I read remarkable work written by remarkable writers. I loved poetry. I saw it as an inspirational guide, and one that took me away from my mundane thoughts, and everyday living. Poetry brought beauty into my life. I learned much from all those writers there!

And then, one day I decided to start my blog, hence this blog that I still write on. That was back then in 2010 and today 9 years later, I feel some form of accomplishment towards my writing endeavors.

It has taken me a long while to get to this stage and I am still learning. There is no end to the mistakes I make in my writing and no end to the experience I get from doing that. I know its a dog eat dog world out there. I have experienced lots of rejections and the much desirable encouraging praise. I learned a long time ago how someone like me, would have to have that extra edge in writing skills and know-how to be accepted into the writing industry.

I have learned that writers make writers and in numbers, they can make or break your writing career. That is the absolute truth. Words in a writing world don't only form stories or written work, they also form an alliance of competitive hustle. Among friends, these writers can turn your world upside down.

I have also learned through absolute naivety and sometimes wholehearted trustworthiness that eventually what matters most is the green-eyed monster. I have come a long way to care about idle gossip or even the green-eyed monster for that matter. For me, it has always been about survival in any industry. I have lived life like there is no tomorrow so I know quite a bit about how to survive in any given situation. Basically, I don't care about what anyone thinks of me but what I really hate are those that try to make a mockery of me and I have come across quite a number of them. In the end, I believe in honesty, a good heart, and reliability. I believe in respect for respect. In my books, you have to earn the respect I give you because I respect every individual for what they are. No two people are the same, and no matter how you try to dodge the issue, we live in a diverse world.

I really don't care about anything except writing right now. I don't even care whether my books sell. It is there for all to see and read. Of course, I will write about it and may be the timely promotion just to let everyone know about what I have been up to. What inspires me, I write about. What touches me inspires me. I will carry on and leave a legacy someday, for my children and the future.

Who knows what the future holds. Even for the successful ones in the industry, nothing is certain so Live and let live!

All rights reserved. @shobana2019

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