Not so secret anymore
I have a wooden box filled with short stories scribbled on lined paper. I started writing when I was young and left many short stories unfinished.
When I return to my parent's house, I plan to open this box and rediscover some hidden gems.
Who knows? Maybe my 16-year-old self penned the beginnings of my novel for me.
Writing never seemed like a practical career for me. And I never considered myself to be a particularly good writer. Yet, I’ve always wanted to write novels.
Perhaps I’ve been romanticizing it. Sitting on a beach cottage, staring at the ocean and waiting for inspiration to strike.
But now, there are so many ways to write and publish. I’m tempted to start an anonymous Medium account and release the novel one chapter at a time. Just for fun to see what happens :)
Do you have any secret dreams or aspirations?