Writing - Class Review

My Struggle

Few days ago.  I wrote the story of Monster Red Hood that always wear favorite red hood, She has a long hair, she always angry, arrogant, cruel, and attack girl and the silly wolf.

Before sleeping at 08.45 p.m. I visited grandpa’s Google to read the authentic story of Little Red Riding Hood, and then on the corner of my bedroom I took a lot of story books, I sat on the chair and read them.  My brain was rotate like merry go round to look for ideas before beginning to write.  By reading I can get dazzling ideas that appeared suddenly.  The ideas appeared like ghost.  Appeared even everywhere, every time, it can turn up when the time was very silently in deep meditation, even in the crowded the people.  Because like ghost the ideas came and went out without permission.  It was like dry season that found the cloud, the contents of the world welcomed happily, but suddenly the wind exhale so far.  Finally, the ideas that felt so near and easy to hold disappear uselessly.  I didn’t want to loose my  ideas.  I kept well in my paper.  Although, the idea that I have just consist of some syllable that draw idea.  Some short syllable logically, we could remember it well.  It was unique characteristic of idea, so that I had to be quick to catch, and tied it. 

When the main idea I had got, I tried to build the way (Ups, but not high way or railway that I built, but the way of the story that I would make.  In the public transportation, when I was on the way to campus or home, I very often dreamed because I just sat and enjoy the trip, but I was afraid the real ghost came to me because my empty dream.  So that, in the public transportation I wrote the important points to make the next paragraph of story.  I had to be happy.  When all of my idea had collected, but I was still unsatisfied and tried to look for a new story.

I struggle until the last of blood.  Thought hard the time flow until the new idea had build. 

Dilemmatic!  I had two ideas made me crazy, very confused was faced with two ideas.  If the both ideas could be combined maybe would not be as this dilemma.  It was better to choose the selection.  In order that directly to write.  I decided was known by the night, chose the second idea (clapped hand, please).  Opened my note book and read it.  How beautiful my writing was! So, I couldn’t read it.

This heart was blue, this heart was natural, this heart was dust.  I felt alone when wrote, no friends as strange.  I sacrificed my night to write, actually it was for rest.  So that, I was often as slept and woke up again.  It was a good chance to use time to approach to the God, hopped the inspiration would be made. My heart was cry in the middle of my writing.  I let my hand danced on the papers.  Wrote and thought had spent my power, moreover at night.  So, I needed some bottles of water to accompany me in writing.  Next, I read repeatedly, spelling, repaired the quotient mark, and translated into good English.  My father had given me motivation to be enthusiastic to write, he helped me when I was in trouble to translate difficult vocabulary and then I could finish my writing.

In my mind, it was my struggle to make a story, I didn’t want impressed a bed story because it was very important.  The reader can read my writing now.