I am a writer – it is my ultimate passion.
As a child, I loved reading – folklore, fairytales, comics – virtually anything I could put my hands on. Reading took me to the loveliest places – towering castles, lush, fragrant gardens, and grandiose kingdoms.
It is through reading that I started to dream of becoming a writer. I wanted to weave words together to form brilliant tapestries of prince charmings and magical creatures and captivating gardens.
I marveled at how Charles Dickinson, Lewis Carroll, and Mark Twain could use words to take a timid, thin and sickly child like me to faraway places; places where bullies were caught and punished accordingly.
Every book I read, I reenacted in my young mind. Through the power of words, I became a princess, a mermaid, a fairy, or a mythical creature. Call it escapism or whatever, but those experiences fueled my imagination, helping me write stories, poems, and songs.
Of course, all those compositions were amateurish, just a means of expressing my thoughts and feelings. If I wanted to be a professional writer, I thought, I had to get the right training.
But I lived in a different age, so different from the fast-paced technological era we have today. In the 80s, learning how to write professionally meant enrolling in universities that offered Journalism or Language courses. Searching for credible sources involved lining up in your school’s library or the National Library.
I could have pursued it then, but my father said, “Why do you want to become a writer? You’ll die starving!”
So the dream had to take the backseat. I graduated with a Bachelor’s Degree in Psychology, became a guidance counselor, then a private tutor for children of the wealthy. Then I got married, had children and worked as a teacher for a private elementary school in Oriental Mindoro.
Though the hopes of publishing epic novels that would provide me with a handsome income sat with my collection of books for more than two decades, I never gave it up. I knew that somehow, someday, I could live that dream.
I started to live that dream when the administrator of the school I was working in saw my writing potentials. She made me the school paper adviser and coach to pupils who contended in Division, Regional and National Schools Press Conferences. And yes, some of them grabbed the championship!
As much as I loved teaching, I had to find an extra job to augment the family’s income.
Then I had the opportunity to work in Odesk (now Upwork) as a writer.
As a freelance writer, I get to choose who I want to work for and how long I want to work everyday. I may not always have the option to write what I want (I’m given writing guides and editorial calendars that should be followed to a T), but then I have some spare time to pursue my ultimate passion.
Imagine getting paid for something you love doing? It’s like having your own piece of heaven right in the comfort of your home or anywhere you are!
And guess what? Freelancing has not only helped me achieve a childhood dream. Today, I am not only writing to please my inner demons. Through my blog, The Youthful Granny VA, I inspire and help people, especially those over 50, to acquire the skills and knowledge necessary for writing and virtual assistance, so they can enjoy financial independence and an improved quality of life.
How about you? Have you already turned your passion into something beautiful and profitable? Let us know by writing in the comments box below. Thanks!