Hi! My name is Junia Wonders.I have dreamed of telling stories since I was a child. I can remember telling a story about a family of nine, a father, a mother, and their seven children (all below ten) traversing the solitary desert on foot with a lone camel, which the children sometimes rode, all...
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Hi! My name is Junia Wonders.I have dreamed of telling stories since I was a child. I can remember telling a story about a family of nine, a father, a mother, and their seven children (all below ten) traversing the solitary desert on foot with a lone camel, which the children sometimes rode, all seven of them, when their feet got too tired. How did they all fit on one camel, you might ask? Well, a rolled mat was placed on top of the camel’s hump. Balancing precariously, three children sat on each side of the mat and the seventh (the heaviest one) sat in the middle.Every night, they would stop somewhere, preferably near an oasis or a sheltered spot to camp and rest their weary legs. The children would gaze at the night sky and make up stories about the stars. I was around five when I first came up with this story. I doodled on my notebooks and told this story over and over until I grew older and came up with other stories, which I can’t remember anymore. But it was one of the happiest times of my life, imagining this family travelling endlessly under a picture perfect desert sky.One day, I woke up and realised I had finally obtained a degree from a respectable university, but it had nothing to do with creative writing. It was for the best, I thought, as I needed to let go of my fancy imaginings (silly made up stories!) and become a responsible adult, which meant I had to get a job, get my own apartment, earn my own keep so to speak. And that’s what I did for the next decade and a half. But a voice inside me kept pestering me to sit down and write those stories. I only wish I had listened to that voice sooner. But I can’t turn back time and I most certainly refuse to live in regret. Each day I have from now on is golden, an opportunity to make my dreams happen. Thankfully, it is not too late.Having ignored that voice for so long, I finally listened to it. I began writing. And for the first time in my life, I felt so alive. Like a heavy black shroud was lifted from me, leaving me ten times lighter and freer.Is this what it feels like to finally pursue your passion? To chase your dream? Because it is such a wonderful feeling.I sincerely hope you enjoy reading my books as much as I enjoy writing them.
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