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Dreams do come true

Hello Dreamers!

It's been long, I know. June drove me away with all its blissfulness and distracted me from doing one of my favorite things: blogging! But I promise I was still dreaming about all the things I could blog about when my fingers would finally get back to the keyboard.

This weekend, something huge and inspirational happened to me. My favorite author, Jodi Picoult, came on her book tour to a city near me and I was able to attend her signing. It was one of the most inspiring moments of my life as a wannabe writer. ;)

Jodi Picoult, if you're interested in dreaming like me, wrote 20 novels including My Sister's Keeper, The Pact, Perfect Match, Vanishing Acts, and more. I started reading her books at about age 13-14 right after I finished the Harry Potter series (3 times!). I had already started writing short stories, courtesy of J.K Rowling's amazing way of creating such a creative masterpiece.

Then, a friend of mine did something I won't forget: she handed me Picoult's book My Sister's Keeper. I finished from front to back in only a few days and it was the most different book my 13 year old self had ever read. For one, when I used to read any other book, like Harry Potter for example, I would always wonder what Hermione and Ron would be thinking in a certain scene since we pretty much know Harry's thinking. Picoult did something different. Instead of knowing what one character thought, the story was told in more than one point of view. So I didn't have to think what the opposite character in a conversation thought anymore because their part would be coming up soon after! It was the best reading experience. From then on, I started reading her books.

Now why am I ranting about her? Yeah she's a good writer, but I believe that she taught me how to write. I didn't take a writing course when I was 12 and started writing. I didn't take one when I was 13 when I started to get serious about it. Books were my keys to writing.

J.K Rowling inspired me to start writing, but Jodi Picoult taught me how to write. She taught me how to express the deep and raw emotions of love between family and friends. She taught me how to make the character's thoughts so known that you could be friends with the character even though they're only written in paper. Going to see her this past weekend and hear her talk about the long yet passionate process that goes into writing a book, it all reminded me of why I loved to write and why I had stayed writing in the first place. And now every time I look at the picture I took with her that day, I remember how inspired I felt that day and it makes me never want to stop writing. Ever.

And this whole thing came at such a right time because before that day, I felt like I was going through writer's block, like summer had knocked out all the inspiration left in me. It turns out, you just have to remind yourself of why you love what you do and what made you do it to begin with so you can keep going. :)

“Maybe who we are isn't so much about what we do, but rather what we're capable of when we least expect it.”-Jodi Picoult, My Sister's Keeper.

Keep dreaming and your dreams just might come true. Mine did.

-Wishful Dreamer

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