I want to be a journalist because similar to my job at McDonald’s, I see it as a great platform to help people

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I grew up in a small village in the South-West called Stoborough. Whilst I ended up branching out to the bigger areas such as Poole and Bournemouth, Stoborough will always have a special place in my heart because it played a massive role in the events that made me who I am today. It made me realise that, as crease as it sounds, there’s nothing stronger than people working together to make sure we’re all doing OK. Journalism presents me with the opportunity to do that every day and gives me the opportunity to do the right thing for the people who want to get their stories heard.

https://maxscupboard.wordpress.com/2021/04/26/my-first-post

The world needs all of the stories

Keywords: a writers life , connection , novel , publishing , storytelling , writer , writing

I need to write what comes to me. What fills my heart. What feels most natural. And I know that reading has always been the buoy to keep me afloat during any difficult time. It’s been an escape. It’s been a joy. It’s been a place to go to. A way to be someone else. A way to relax and turn off if I need to. And I want to be those things for someone else. I want someone to pick my book up and sigh with relief. To feel comforted and at ease. And I know the way to do this is through the stories I have if I keep true to them. If I don’t let expectations or perceptions degrade them.

https://unabashedhonesty.wordpress.com/2021/01/27/i-just-want-to-connect

I want to create something that would outlive me

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As a writer, and as an artist, I would love nothing more than to see my fantasies come to fruition. To see storylines finally get written out, to see pictures drawn and animations made – a large part of my life from middle school until now was simply spent in waiting for my skills to put my ideas to justice. My motivation to get better at art isn’t for the sake of art itself, but instead a part of that faraway fantasy that maybe, one day, I can sketch out the inner workings of my imagination properly.

https://lucielstardust.wordpress.com/2020/12/08/on-making-goals-and-forgetting-dreams