I named it “UNFAILING”. I still admit that I am however not yet wanting to designate myself as a writer. The path I planned now shall demand new interesting writings, one followed by another and so on. This choice requires impeccable learning, relentless research and untiring exploration. I look forward to produce a masterpiece soon one day to justify the definition of my first title “UNFAILING” to become a real writer.
I began to scribble my story. Initially, I was ignorant and did not consider the heavy odds I will face at a later stage. Soon I realised that I took up a titanic task. An enthusiastic immature was left with merely 26 letters, who knows not how to jumble his words to match his artistic visual expressions in the narration. We all know, on a silver screen, there is an exaggeration; to clutch the audience’s pulse there are luring visuals and harmonious music to intensify the narration. How then is it possible to create a similar impact on paper, an engrossing read? Within the countable number of books I read, I found reading contains more grip than watching movies based on them.
Writing fiction has advantages. My part as an author; I introduce minute details of my characters, the backdrop and escort readers to see the story; leaving everything else to their imagination, which knows no bounds. I tried my writing not to look awkward or unrealistic and vulnerable to negative criticism. Of course, to elevate heroism, the protagonist executes hard decisions and survive the impossible and he or she would stretch a step further, from where the common man actually gives up. In my book, I used the sensible liberty of fiction to establish the protagonist’s role. He will not end his hope to confront for survival in conditions near to impossible while the balancing act of nature remains an impossible challenge the way it exists.