My 7th attempt to pen my story. (The number can be more, but definitely not less. I need to dig out my notebooks to find out the correct number.)
I have always wanted to write my story. There have been several reasons why I have procrastinated, scrapped the idea, been scared to write my story truthfully.
This time, I have no story line in my mind. Just a title and the form.
I am hoping that the loosely-knitted letters would help me complete it this time. Because, this time, I am not bound to the plot but more to my thoughts and emotions. And because I plan to share my progress with you all to keep myself motivated.
Check out how am I doing with my story:
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