It was an opportunity of a lifetime to win the first prize in the National Short Story Writing Competition. My teachers have been telling me how impressive my writing was. Furthermore, I had professional help. That is, Uncle Lim, an old gentleman living near my block, who is a published writer. He agreed to read my story and give me some pointers on how to write like a professional. Thus, I was encouraged to enter the competition.
Since the closing date was a good three months away, I could wait for a while. I was advised by Uncle Lim that only amateur writers waited for inspiration; professionals wrote whether they were inspired or not. As an amateur, I waited.