The turning point

By Joseph

They say miracles like moments in time that were meant to happen are impossible to tell, yet a time meant to happen is not a hard tale for me to tell. One day when I read an adventurous and unique story called “The lightning thief” by Rick Riordan.

This author did something that no one else ever did, he wrote a mix between myth and modern. This book had so much work done, so well mixed, almost as you could tell that a mythical place would be there. I already had my interest in Greek Mythology and one day in my fifth grade classroom at Glenoaks middle school I saw the book on my teacher’s desk. The enticement of the very name and cover had increased my curiosity. My eyes had widened open so tight I could see everything around me “what is that” I asked and my teacher told me the theme.

With my love of Greek Mythology I asked may I read it. The pages of the book were so well written I couldn’t stop reading, once I had finished, I could tell this is it. The inspiration of this book inspired me to write my own book, that night I finished the book I picked up a spiral and I just kept writing my own story to where now I even have ideas for the sequel.

Now and always I know that the very night was shaken for the turning of my life had begun! I know this because I’ve dedicated so much time to where I put down a lot of creativity, imagination and I even have of second copy of what I already have done, a sort of final draft. The extraordinary writing of Rick Riordan’s book has made writing a great part of my life.

Today I like how in my writings, ideas simply come to me without me even trying hard it comes so natural and easy for the love of writing makes it simple to me and un taxing ; really, sometimes I even use my own dreams for ideas. The beginning of me even writing a simple passage comes from this book and now I feel I do better writing than drawing or something else. Like now it is apart of me in a way too where I think not writing is just not me at all.

Without his book I don’t think I would be as much as a good writer as I am today. I even remember when I would read it my fingers were practically glued to each cover. And now each day I take hold of my pen and I move through each line of my writing journal.