WRITING IS FUN



  Do you know that the most interesting thing in life is when we remembered some memory and felt like what we felt before, even sad or happy? And after that, we can take the wisdom from  it. And the more fabulous is that  there is not only us who can get the wisdom from  what happened to  us but the other person can also get  it too. How to do it? We can do it by writing.  . It is so simple. Just write. Everything happened to  us, write it.  Surely, it will be more useful than if we just feel and memorize alone.

At least I felt it. I think writing is fun; writing is therapy, and it  gives great appreciation to My Self. Until now, I really like writing, even  though I only do it in my spare time, because I will be the  saddest person when I experience   a good event and I forgot to write it. Therefore, I always try to write everything that happened in my life.


      I begin like to write approximately when I was in second semester in University. At that  time, I went to search for  some book at  Gunung Agung book store at Senen, Central Jakarta. I walked around the book store and I saw  the seminar in the corner of the book store.  I then joined that seminar. . And I found out that workshop is some kind of writing training held by FLP. In that event,  I saw the Helvi Tiana Rosa for the first time, someone whose novel I really like to read. . I was  very happy to saw  her there. Before that , I only  read her book and never saw  her by My Self. For me, that event was so fabulous, because I could  meet my Idol. And  suddenly, I interested in applying as a member of FLP even when  I don’t even know what I will do there. Because I like to read but I don’t have any interest in writing before. But I think I will get many advantages by joining the club , so without any further ado,  I officially became   the FLP member in that seminar. Free of charge and very amazing.
   After that seminar, I always come to FLP weekly discussion in Muhammadiyah Mosque. Firstly, I was  very confused about what I should do there. But the member of FLP was so warm and friendly even though they are the expert  writer and it makes me so welcome. I enjoyed there, hear what they discuss about writing, how to publish the book, how to write well, how to make a good story, etc. I feel like I have found something new in my life. As I guess before, I get many advantages there.  Slowly but surely I become interested in writing and to be a writer.
     I begin to write; every day I push my self to write about everything even though one page. Day by day I am able to write short story, create poem, make a novel synopsis, and amazingly I can even win in book review competition as the third winner. And when I come to weekly discussion, I start to briefly give my opinion about something and crazily, I am confident to submit my short story for discussion material in FLP weekly discussion. In  there I must be ready to  be criticized enormously and answer every question from all member of discussion. It  was so tense  but I really enjoyed it.    
     Day by day, I try to publish my work. I sort magazine or newspaper which can fit  the criteria of my short story or poem. It is not easy. It  really takes time and energy. Sending the short story or article to magazines or newspapers director by email. Back and forth to the internet café. . Many times I  get rejected, or  even only finding an answer that my work is not fit with their criteria.  Even, numerous times I just find nothing in my email. But I never feel like  a loser , I still try and I believe that I can get what I want. .

       There is a  day that I never forget in October 2003. That day, I went to the internet cafenot to send short story or poem or any article as usual. I feel so upset with My Self, because there is none  of any of my  short story which was accepted by any magazine or newspaper. Therefore, I just wanna read  news in the internet. But, what made me nervous when I open my email is that there is a new email from Syir’ah Magazine which then I read repeatedly while feeling very surprised. . I read it  again and again. I remember that I have sent more than three short stories  over and over again to this Islamic Magazine.. . Until I made  sure  that this is not a dream, this was  reality. I tried  to bite my chick and indeed I can feel it. It is true. It is not a dream. Syir’ah accepted my short story and they would  publish it next month. Suddenly and unconsciously I kissed the monitor and keyboard in front of me, and I repeatedly hug the mouse. I trusted that if this  internet cafe was not separated by cubicle , every person in this place will laugh to see what I have done. I am a very happy writer. There was  one national media that acknowledged my  short story as  valuable and suitable to be read by the other people. After that  “tragedy”, I felt  more confident to be a writer and many more magazines accepted my short story and poem, until I can win in nonfiction writing competition.  Until now, I still study how to write well, I will dedicate my work for me, my children,  my fans,   Indonesia, and also, for Islam. Bismillah

        




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