A WORKING MOM'S PEN HAVEN

I’ve always been insecure about my writing because I really don’t feel I’m any good. I often envy writers who seem to just have the knack for pouring over their thoughts on paper. Without much effort or the need for thorough editing, they just seem to have full control of their creative side, an overflow of creative juice. Until now, I’m still not convinced that I’ve ever had the juice. I’ve never really been that good, at least as far as I know. Despite the fact that I was able to make it to the editorial team of my highschool paper, got a medal for English excellence and became a Journ student in UP, I still can’t bring myself to claiming the title of ‘ writer’. Professionally, I am a technical writer, a research analyst to be exact. I write research reports and provide analysis based on data and statistics. But what I usually write is not what you can consider creative writing. I know that I have a firm grasp at grammar. I know most of the rules and follow them. I try to edit