Monday, August 21, 2006
@1:01 AM
I don't know why it was, but it was. Perhaps it was because my brain had been too active after tuition. I do not know. But as I was lying in my bed, earplugs in my ears, waiting for my mum to go to sleep so I could turn the lights on again, I felt the beginnings of inspiration clawing in my mind.
The idea was formless, simply a modest plot that has been used over and over again. But I seized it, and right then, at twelve thirty on the ninteenth of August, I started composing the story, word for word in my mind.
Every single word.
When I had finished, at around one, I immediately flicked the switch of the lights, pulled out a sheet of blank paper, and wrote.
I wrote and I wrote. The story continued advancing, till it had reached six pages, and then I stopped. I breathed. I had finished the story. It wasn't great, really. It was about an ex-convict who was released from prison, but unable to really fit into society because of his record. But his ex- inmate encouraged him, and persuaded him to accept Christ, who showed him that he was not alone in the world.
It wasn't fabulous. But I liked the plot. Really. I titled it, "Windows to the World."
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