Ask a child what they want to become when they grow up and they have all bold dreams: astronaut, doctor, football star, and more.

Then you grow up and those dreams are left behind in some dust-covered box in the attic.  

When I was little, my dream was to become a writer. Did I ever try to write? Oh God, of course not. Did I study literature? Nah. Do I even have a journal? Nope.

So why the sudden change? I come to the realisation that you can start anything at any time, any age. I want to write. I want to tell my stories. I want to become a world-known story-teller.

Time to sweep up this old box of long-forgotten dreams.