I've been sending out resumes lately to apply for work as a writer. Writing has always been one of my passion, which was why I started this blog in the first place, and in a moment of delusion, I had come to believed that I could perhaps write like J.K Rowling or even J.R.R Tolkien, breathing life into words and taking people on an exciting journey through the stroke of a pen (or in more modern terms, a press of the keyboard).
But who am I kidding, really? If there's one thing that defines me, it is my overly critical judgement of myself. I am my own worst critic and I admit that the use of English language isn't one of my greatest strengths. Come to think of it, I have little or almost none above average strengths but that's not the topic.
The point is, unlike great writers out there, I lack the ability to conjure up great words to wow my readers nor am I able to keep them reading line after line of my work. If I could, this blog could have won a Pulitzer prize for me a long time ago looking at the enormous amounts of articles that I have churned out over the past four years. Heck, I couldn't even get my grammar straight every time I write, despite proof reading it a few times over that I'm starting to think that I may be mildly dyslexic in some ways.
But like they say, it's never bad to try. So I tried. But like every other job that I've applied for, news or replies are hard to come by. I guess I just have to sit by an apple tree and wish very hard for an apple to drop on my head.