A book a day keeps the blues away ...

Reflecting on the kind of books I read - I do realise a common genre. Simply love reading life stories. A 'page-turner' would be one which describes the nitty gritty of life - one's experience, memorable events, course of action and the consequences, a certain lifestyle, etc. One which is within imagination and easily related to. Stories involving humankind.

Soon enough, I realised how these books have influenced my style of writing - descriptive, biographical, event-ful and always adding a pinch (or rather ounces) of emotions.

Not sure if I can handle FACTs, composing an opinion or argumentatively and systematically noting down factual points. So how in the world am I to pursue a journalistic writing career?

Attempted to chase this directionless dream - Failed. Yep, one word describes it all. Not sure if it is the style I write, or the grammatical errors, or merely the way I carried myself in an interview. Probably I was not putting my whole self into it, still uncertain whether I should take such a pay-cut and be thrown into the 'unknown'. Hence not fully committed in pursuing it - having doubts and voicing it out (being the honest-me).

So that's why I am still stuck at my 8 to 5 deskjob... Counting the minutes and waiting eagerly for work to land on my desk so that the time won't be ticking by so dreadfully slow. The exciting-less routined hours.

Certaily chained this moment.