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Writing, is shared among the friends, translated…
On the passage of writing and submitting my articles to the papers, I’d fought alone, for a very long time, sat in front of my computer by myself, wrecking my brains, tapped away on the keys. The loss that comes from the rejections, I’d swallowed down on my own, and the ecstasies of having an article accepted by the papers, mine, and mine alone. There are, a lot of acquaintances I have online, but, those who can criticize my writings, to give me some sound advice on it, there were, none, until I’d met Hsiung and Chih.
I’d been, a long-term fan of Hsiung’s for a very long time, I’d often thumbed across his writings on the papers, and his writing style was down-to-earth and humorous. One day, Hsiung left a message on my blog, claimed that he was, one of my, faithful readers, it was, shocking to me! Seeing how my idol called himself a fan of mine, that, was truly, interesting, to say the least.
In the process of communicating via e-mail, I’d learned, that Hsiung had been writing, for over two decades, he’s a “freeter”, someone who’d worked odds and ends, with NO set job, but he’d, persisted, on the path of writing, that paid him the least amount of money, reason being he “enjoyed it”. Hsiung had never written over a hundred characters to me at once, I’d even doubted, the reason for him writing such a limited number of words to me was because he can’t get paid. But, he can always, pin-point out the place where I got stuck in my own writings.
Chih lives with her foreign husband who’s retired in Taichung, I’d met her, on the weblogs community too. I’d found, that she enjoyed writing as well, about their foreign marriage, it was, very humorous, I’d encouraged her to submit her articles into the papers, to share with others, her life experiences. Chih was “a complier”, worked hard too, she’d sent me the articles that were rejected to me, asked me to give her advice on how to alter her writings, every time she’d gotten her writings returned, she’d written more. When she’d gotten her first notice that her writing was accepted, I was, even more ecstatic than she. Ever since, Chih had, been printed over and over again, on the family section of the papers, and, her abilities can be comparable to Hsiung’s.
Maybe, Chih had been a housewife too long, she’s excellent in being “pushy”, whenever I’d accidentally disclosed to her, a thought I’d had on a piece, a few short days later, she’d asked me where the article was, and so, I was, pushed to get out of my own procrastinations.
Seeing how active Hsiung and Chih are in their own writings, it’d made my attitude toward writing proactive, and, I’d added on, to the types and categories of writings I’m doing too. I’d even written the very first novel of my entire life, and, entered into the literary competition realms, and, although, none of our works got picked, but I’m really glad of this breakthrough of mine.
The three of us helped one another through the upset of receiving our returned drafts, shared the joys and achievements of being accepted by the papers, and, kept each other in the loop about the essay contests all over the places. I deeply believe, that on the path of writing, our ways of showing support to one another, is way more precious than any assortment of literary awards.
And so, this, is how writing can connect you to others, because your writing may touch a part of someone else’s life, and that, is how the three of you became friends, and, on this path to writing, the three of you will continue to encourage one another, continue to support each other emotionally, and that, is what friends are all about.
