What I most like to do in free time is reading books as you all know if you read all of my blogs. However, I couldn't remember the first fantasy book that I read and the feelings of it. So, I will present my feelings when I started to write my own book.
It happened in Canada. Since I didn't study enough and played a lot, I was tired to play. I played games, watched animations, went outside with my friends, read books, and did whatever it seemed to be interest to me. (Reading books were the best among them... ha ha) One night, I was bored to do anything and just laid on the bed. My roommates (Two people, One is Sung Min in journalism class) gathered on my room and talking. Somehow, we were talking seriously about our future and jobs. When we decided to think about our interests, I thought about fantasy books, of course. Then, one of my roommates suggested me to write a book. Wow, I didn't think about that, but it was pretty attractive. Creating my own world that does not exist on the real life. It seemed so nice to me.
That was the cause of my writing. I began to make the settings, backgrounds, characters, and morals of my book immediately. Once I began to write a book, I couldn’t get out from that. It was very hard to choose words and make sentences with them. I could understand authors’ difficulty and feelings. Despite of these problems, I was drawn more to it. I can’t describe that strange and vague sentiment that I feel when I am writing a book. I will say it as a pleasant and desire, but it is more than that. I just can’t explain it well. Anyway, my first book is incomplete. I read my book after few months which mean that I got more knowledge about fantasy. It was such a mess that I was even shamed! I couldn’t believe the book was created by me. So, I left it as an incomplete and I don’t mind to finish it. Until now, I am still writing books for my happiness. It’s much better than before now and is getting better. I can’t give up my hobby although I have to study.
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