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Writing - my childhood fantasy


I have always had this silly dream of writing a novel. It started in my childhood. I have started a few times but have failed every time. I think the failures happened because I didn't have the right inspiration.
I have however realized that I have the perfect inspiration for my long standing dream in my own circumstances.

I would like to share my novel writing experience with my blog followers and I will post updates, as the novel progress, on the blog.

The story may not make sense as I post updates on certain scenes etc. I ask you to please bare with me. I will share the entire novel with my readers when I am finished writing it and I believe it will make sense when completed.

The title of the novel has changed once already and it could possibly change again. It was first simply titled - Brothers - as this is the main focus of the story. The bond between two brothers. But it is about much more than that.

The current working title is: Sometimes it's a curse. But like I said it is likely to change again.

I have classified it as young adult fiction because I would love for Ruben to read it and it is therefor mostly aimed at the siblings of kids with special needs.

So for those brave enough to enter the special needs journey with us, keep an eye out for my first attempted novel.

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