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It's well know fact that quite a few book bloggers have a dream about becoming published authors and a lucky few are in the progress of getting published(I'm so exited on their behalf!). Perhaps you sometimes wonder if the blogger you're visiting has a secret dream of getting his or hers story out there? Well here is the story of why I'm a reader, not a writer. I hope there is some comfort for you in my story, my poor unimaginative soul ;)
When I was younger, I'm guessing when I was about thirteen and some; I used to think that I could be a great writer. I wrote little stories on my mum's old typewriter and in notebooks. The last thing I wrote was something that was going to be a great romance novel, suitable for young adults of course. I want to roll around on the floor laughing at myself just thinking about it now, I'm pretty sure I would have gotten a letter of rejection if I ever tried pitching that story to a publisher or an agent.
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I had to escape in the world of fiction to get my wish come true, so naturally one of my most infamous works was about a horse. It went something like this:
So you see my imagination has never been very good, how about you? Have you ever written stories? Whether you have a great imagination or none at all I would love to hear from you :) It's nice to get to know my readers a bit better.
One sunny day I was outside walking down the road behind our barn. The fields were lush, yellow and ripe, soon autumn would come. I walked down a little hill, that was when I saw the horse. It was all alone and I didn't know of anyone close by owning a horse so I knew it had to be far from home.
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I brought the horse back home with me and told my parents that we had to keep it. We put a add in the paper; 'Horse found', but no one came forward to claim it. That was how I got my own horse. The end.