Part 1: The Making of a Budding Author
It took one excerpt from Little Women for me to open MS Word in my desktop computer and start typing a strange, whimsical piece in Vivaldi font. The excerpt described how Jo March managed to publish her short story The Rival Painters and then read it aloud to her sisters. The idea of reading one's own words, weaving a full narrative and forming an image right before the listener's eyes carried an appeal which made me tickle. With a handful of newfound motivation, I began typing a tale of four siblings who enter a fantasy land via some porthole, if I remember it correctly. Looking back, all I can do is ask C. S. Lewis for forgiveness as my young mind had foolishly tried cosplaying him. The story ended up stillborn as I introduced no conflict and hit a dead end. It had filled only two pages. My attempts at writing though, met no dead end. A sudden surge of interest in constellations made me conceive another plotline. It was nothing more than a concoction of characters like the Ge...