About writing

Where childhood memories go?

I ‘ve been writing a fiction. My friend said, I had better post my draft on blog to create social pressure for myself.  Cause, there must be guiltier if I don’t make thing already published happen. I guess, that was brilliant idea for me who always spend her time hoping something works by itself. Lol, you wish.

I often was taking a break from writing with no reason. I just didn’t want to. I was bored. I also let my writing neglected. But the characters haunt me with ‘turn me please.. turn me please..’ voice. They follow me in every single night. Believe me. I am serious. Seriously lie. Hahaha.

Let me tell you. If you read some writing easily, there must be damn hard writing behind. Writing is 98% of thinking and the rest is executing the idea on paper. Writing helps us classify our thought, stimulate our brain to analyze an issue, and also the best healer. I do ♥ writing because it makes me think, though there was a time when writing is pretty hard. I ever read a research on magazine that people who have ability to write is probably patient. I hope so :))))

Ok, back to the main topic. I write fiction about the girl name Sadira who leaves her house after daddy’s immortal. Father gives Sadira a death wish with an address put in. The address actually her old house in Bandung. Sadira and her daddy used to live there. Sadira leaves for Bandung also aims to avoid Dru. Dru is Sadira’s childhood. He had a physical abused from his step mother. That’s why he hates his childhood. He has been a promise to hurt Sadira because she is a part of his past. Things going complicated when Sadira meets Alia (mute girl). She needs to survive but she doesn’t have money. Particularly she is obligated to feed Alia too. Then Sadira has an idea. She goes to Pasar Gelosadi to find her favourite book store, kemung. She has memories with it. But kemung changes.

Afterthat, Sadira accompanied by Alia develops extraordinary book store. She dubs it KEMUNG too. Kemung is short name from Kecil and Mungil. She invites people to come by spread lots of brochures. But Kemung seems select who is coming selectively.

Oneday Sadira meets someone names Gasta in her tree house. He is stranger from nowhere. He is the man who always comes out of the blue. He is mysterious guy used to playing harmonica. Who is Gasta? Why does Sadira love this man? Why does Alia worry about this man?

Stop.

I can’t spoil it too far. Because the end of this story will be shocking you. :p
It's kind of story that I want to read. I am to finish my story better, clearer, and truer to make it almost perfect. Wish me luck!

Yay! I forget to say yay.

Mailida, Maret 2013