As far as I can remember, I was a little writer for my wonderland-novel back when I was 6. Still remember the little book I scrambled words upon, and also my dad’s warm appraises in the cold winter days.
Then as I entered in elementary school, my writing plumbed as I didn’t know the rule of the game. After one year or two, I figured it out scoring top of class in writing.
In high school, I treated weekly writing assignments as precious moments, as I would be willing to spend the whole night to work on one piece of work, while other students just crammed in whatever. To me, fictions were my own wonderland, and in those immature writing, I enjoyed the free will of depicting my own characters and storylines.
However, in college, I barely had the chance to develop any fictional writing projects. Most were academic assignments and reports, so boring to me. Then I participated in the university based newspaper/online journalist group, in which I would investigate and draft stories from what happened on campus. After graduation, I came here to U.S., where writing for me became a nightmare, given the language challenge I had to accept.
In the past few years as graduate student, frankly I barely had any chance of writing long essays or anything, other than annual project reports and publications. The latter was too restrained and serious for me, since deep in my heart I would love to embrace the fiction lines as well as enjoy the freedom from literatures. My bottleneck is the language, therefore I started reading books. Piles of piles of books, stories after stories. At the same time, I intentionally involved myself into local clubs, where I had to communicate effectively and frequently with group members via emails, which served a major part of role. Instead of just copy/pasting the same meeting schedule format, I challenged myself of writing extra things in every email, intending to attract more members as well as honing up my own writing skills.
Recently I began to realize how important writing is in personal career development, therefore I co-started a blog with my best friend, aiming to serve as practice forum, and recorded our weekly progress in that regard.
In this little retrospection, I think I am a natural writer, indeed. And I enjoy it, and will take a pleasant and exciting journey in the long run, in whatever language format.
Chelsea
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