Me and Writing

Me and Writing by Goi

To most people, writing is a channel to record and communicate thoughts, facts, or even lies from one to others who can read.
I am addicted to reading. I read almost everything, novels, short stories, literatures, academic or non-academic books, labels, anything but required textbooks and my time allows.
I have been moved by beautiful words, depressed by cruel realities in this world, inspired by some wise thoughts, and found myself in different places as I read. Writing, however, is quite another world I haven’t found myself in just yet.
But I would lie if I told you that writing had no special meanings in my life than reading.
The story is to be told.
One day in my third year in college, my friends came and persuaded me to work as a secretary for the playwright team of my department’s annual play. The team had troubles gathering thoughts as everybody talked and commented while no one writing them down and the thoughts flew away, so they needed someone to do the task.
I took the job as I thought it sounded like fun, even though I had never taken class notes and been living on my friends’ since year one.
My job was to write down all comments and arguments they had. It happened to be more fun than I expected. After each night, I rearranged the thoughts and put them in order. It was the best part. I found that the team members were very interesting. They were wise, sometimes too wise, and sometimes too preoccupied by some topics that they missed others. As I wrote them down, I couldn’t help but started to add my comments in parentheses, some were to lower the heat, some were just for fun, and some were to give them other aspects.
The director of the play, who was also the chief of playwrights, was my senior. He and the others would review the summary of the night before prior to discuss further each night. Somehow, he liked my comments and started looking forward to read it every night, without my acknowledgement at the time, though.
Writing is amazing. Sometimes you can tell who the writer is just from reading his/her piece. And sometimes, you can tell more and more who the writer really is than the writer can tell about himself through his writing.
Have you ever imagined how much writing can do to your life?
I had never had any ideas of what my little writing could make my life change before it happened to me. It has found me a great guy of my life. The one who has known me since the day we met. The one I can’t imagine my life without.
To me, writing… is romantic.