The literature uses only one element to make itself: The word.
Since I've heard that phrase in highschool, an art class, Something woke up in me, basically I wanted to create worlds and realities with words, in appereance a word means nothing, but used properly it might make the imposible.
Why do I start now? I was to affraid! Scared of what people might say and because I didn't see a living from it. Steemit seems the way of having income on my writing. How great! Getting payed on what you are passionate about. I get what Isabel Allende says in one of her books, for her, writing justified her existence, this talented woman has made me laugh an cry whith her stories in "La suma de todos los días", for a moment I felt I was part of one tale... She is another inspirational writer for me, I'll make an existence from writing, on my time, on my way.
Now I am here in steemit, Wanting to tell my experiences, those I'll scratch from my memory, even when my parents took care of me while I was a little girl, They test my patient but alson I love the so much. From my mom I have the thirst for writing. And from my father, a strong and sensitive man I have a way to share emotions in words, he made it with poems, I'll just do it on my own way.
A very sweet love story my parents have, more than Romeo and Juliette, first of all because William Shakespeare's novel has fictional characters, and second of all the love of my parents still alive, even after my mothers death last year... My father still remembers her and continue bringing to the house the same flowers he used to give my mom when she was alive. I would like to talk more about them in another post...
Thanks to steemit I can share my experiences, a few actually, more because I live in Venezuela, exciting stories are made everyday. Other of my projects in this platform is publishing my first book named "Sanema", A tal based in legends of native venezuelan.
Greetins and blessings!
