Yesterday, I wrote about reading. Now, it’s about writing.

I’ve been writing since long time ago. First, pages of diaries and blogs. Then, pages of short stories. Next, pages of novels.

And now, it’s different. It’s not based on my imagination just like those short stories and novels I’ve written. Not about me just like those diaries.

It’s about someone else and it’s non-fiction.

It’s both a challenge and excitement. Something new and so far, quite interesting.

I will be starting anytime soon–I wish I could start right now but I’m so exhausted, I don’t think my writing would be any good.

Yet, I just can’t wait ’til those alphabets, words, phrases, pharagraphs, chapters are created into a book.