This is the first prompt for NaBloPoMo. I guess this is more of a confession of how I started writing. Back in the day I loved to read. I felt like I could live a hundred different lives vicariously through the characters. After a while, my dear cousins and I decided that we could take it up a notch. We could customize our own stories. This not only ensured us of the perfect romances, but also was a way for us to connect over the few hundred miles that separated us. Thus, we set out to work writing. My cousins also inspired me to write in general- since long distance phone calls (remember those days?!) was expensive, we wrote very long letters- quite often. The deepest of friends, our relationships back then was mainly cultivated through writing.
|My cousins and I, several years ago, in Scotland.|