Writing and Life
For as long as I can remember, I have always liked the idea of writing. When I was a young boy, I really thought I could write a book. In fact, I was so taken by the idea that I pestered my mother to buy me a typewriter. Truth be told, I did not need a typing machine, not even for school. This was back when everything was hand written and our main source of knowledge came from books. But I believed that having the right equipment would allow my creative thoughts to flow better. And I tried putting fingers to keys, hoping to translate ideas into stories. But it turned out to be harder than I imagined, especially with the pressures that a high school boy had to endure. There were so many things fighting for my attention: school, homework, games, sports, television etc. And the list went on. It was just not possible to quieten down and write a story, although I tried. I recall writing one about a dog fight involving fighter planes, but it never took off. In