Suddenly I really miss the time when people say I was being unemployed. But it's actually the time I was more productive than now or than when i was in high school. I miss going to bookstore from mall to mall, Indonesian or imported doesn't even matter. I miss making a cup of coffee every morning and let my thoughts be written abstractly on laptop or pieces of paper. I miss browsing till late night and then reading novels till I forgot everything (mostly time, and my boyfriend, sorry). I miss those things. I miss my simple sweet date with him and novels. I miss my family too, of course.
Why am I stuck here? I have never had a courage to be writer. But well, this time I try to join Nanowrimo (nanowrimo.org). Hopefully this will give me encouragement to finish at least one novel.
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