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#1 Her Journey to $1M

There was a girl that heeded all the advice she could get from the society; be it in writing or just perceived from her observation. She, a talented poet and an upcoming author, decided to start a blog to document her journey to 1 Million USD. By the time she was writing her first post, she was owning less than a dollar to her name. However, she had written two novels, five (quality) short stories, over fifty children’s stories (aimed at being over fifty children books, not illustrated at the time), over fifty children poems (aimed to be produced into children’s books as well), and several other writings.

This lady, a vibrant young woman with an independent and focused mind, with her degree and talent at heart, took all she could to embark on this one M journey; a pen, a book, a laptop, and a bottle of water. She would have preferred to take a cup of coffee and a bag of chips, but she would go bankrupt. So, armed with everything she owned, a laptop being the most expensive, materially, she started looking for a publisher. Needless to say, no one gave a shit to a name that wasn’t made already. That didn’t worry her, actually, she was prepared. If only she heeded the advice that your words and thoughts have power…. She knew, even before hitting the road to seek the publishers, that no one would be interested.

So, she thought of blogging her journey to one Million USD. Unlike the publisher thought, this one didn’t sound funny to her mind or to her ears when she said it loud. She repeated it several times, you know, for the subconscious thing to happen when you ‘cheat’ your brain. She was sure she convinced her brain. A talent is one thing you can’t go wrong with, so, she added another book because she would write more….plant more…. and wait to harvest more….as she headed to her 1 Million Dollars…. 

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