Writings, diction, and me
By: Annisa Adawiyah Aqilah
I was born and surrounded in a family that likes to read. Ever since I can read, my grandpa told me to read a book a day and retelling it to someone. I have read novels, newspapers, comic, and even my mom’s gossip magazines.
I am awed by how good the writings are. So, i tried writing. I tried writing diaries in elemantary school but unfortunately, because i am too lazy, i stopped doing that. Schools assignments on making short fiction bore me. My wordpress blog has become a cupboard full of dust.
I often asked myself, do you really want to write something good? And of course the answer is always a big Yes with a capital Y. But that’s it. I continued on dreaming and wanting to be a great writer without doing something in real life.
I always have idea of what to write but i never really write nor publish it. Whether it’s a bad title, the second alinea that doesnt fit the writings, or even the smallest, tiniest word can bother me and made me delete the whole writing. I never feel satisfied with how i write things, how i convey my feelings, how it sounds when i read it again.
I want to write as fluent as the reporter that searches news at night and publishes it in the morning. I want to write something that moves people, that fascinates them and makes them feel like i do.
I want to write and feel satisfied afterwards.
