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I and Novel Is A (good) Karma?
Posted by Arif Haye
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Thursday, April 16, 2015
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Bismillaah...
World literacy does not know me, yet at least, hopefully. I am just like that...
I'm just a guy who suddenly author, again hopefully because I have to keep a positive berafirmasi and convince myself that I was a writer, in fact everyone is a writer. With so polite and bersabarnya I had to convince one person that I could write. One person was me. And this article is the story of my brief about how I dive into a sea of words and play around in it, sometimes the process into a manuscript of non-fiction, poetry, novel manuscript (which still no publisher major who receive, except the one in Yogya, but later I had to cancel the MOU because of their good faith and not a little arrogance typical appearance of renowned publishers and established), or simply separagraf or sekalimat facebookku status updates as a way of fusing a moment of turmoil.
On the fateful day (or also called as the other), I who was then still a student D3 Electrical Engineering Telecommunications feel uncomfortable with a little rungsing (ah what also Sundanese get in here!) Because witnessed several fellow students and students who visit to campus library books instead plucks the course but instead ngendon in Corner Fiction, headquarters where the braggart launched their crazy ideas and even some seem ridiculous and absurd. In that series of novels Fiction Corner diverse genres and authors elegantly by Mr. and Mrs. Window Sills, say so (sorry if I forgot the name of the campus library guard, knowing I was already a veteran of nine years as of this writing the uploaded).
At that moment I said to myself: "Halah them, what good is reading other people's nonsense! Mending lecture read books, if it can not be an expert, at least read the benefits seen in the CPI numbers were boosted!" And petty that I shared my thoughts about books, novels.
Years passed and getting passes to corner at a point where only one word to two options: on-DO or passed away. And I, Alhamdulillaah, can choose the latter. I graduated with a mediocre GPA. I do not quite ignored until penyudutanku came the second: it's about social status. After graduating from college what my status then? And apparently I became an official in the sense that very parodif: unemployment of western Java.
Already several types of jobs I explore opportunities, but still nil, and that's where something commonplace called karma to work. I arguably did not have jobs can only terluntang-around in the house, sometimes dreamy up if they can be kulahap fly reckless maneuver in front of me. Boredom staying at home alone (not entirely alone, there are parents and sister, it's just feeling alone), making moves abnormally, please do not interpret the TEU somersault pararuguh (ah out again Sundanese version). Gerakku anomaly that because I do not usually ngoprek closet, suddenly stripped to do so, and the usual cabinets whose contents the book alone. Not my book but books sister who graduated Nursing Academy. From inside the closet I found a lot of magazines Armida. The brothers-sisters, they are like the fictional Islamic creature would know what it Armida magazine. Without much thought, I just read the stories for the sake of short stories for the sake of killing time. And it worked! a few hours, a few days I managed to kill time but apparently my time will not end while there was no similar reading materials in the cabinet.
From there, I've become consumers of fiction began to think to become a producer of fiction. From there, I started trying to write fiction, just blindly with a writing style elementary school children and you certainly can suddenly throw up if he insists on reading it. From the writing blindly, apparently it's the way God (I kind thought to Him) made me more familiar one cubit to the word and away to the world of literacy. I probably worked as a bricklayer, guard cafe, or a crew of cruise ships, which it had menjedakanku to pen and paper, but since the karma that work, I and the world's authorship as there may be divided, two things become one-solid.
Finally, once again, I want to go back posing the question: I and the novel is a karma?
How about you, have similar karma or other more karma karma?
I'm just a guy who suddenly author, again hopefully because I have to keep a positive berafirmasi and convince myself that I was a writer, in fact everyone is a writer. With so polite and bersabarnya I had to convince one person that I could write. One person was me. And this article is the story of my brief about how I dive into a sea of words and play around in it, sometimes the process into a manuscript of non-fiction, poetry, novel manuscript (which still no publisher major who receive, except the one in Yogya, but later I had to cancel the MOU because of their good faith and not a little arrogance typical appearance of renowned publishers and established), or simply separagraf or sekalimat facebookku status updates as a way of fusing a moment of turmoil.
On the fateful day (or also called as the other), I who was then still a student D3 Electrical Engineering Telecommunications feel uncomfortable with a little rungsing (ah what also Sundanese get in here!) Because witnessed several fellow students and students who visit to campus library books instead plucks the course but instead ngendon in Corner Fiction, headquarters where the braggart launched their crazy ideas and even some seem ridiculous and absurd. In that series of novels Fiction Corner diverse genres and authors elegantly by Mr. and Mrs. Window Sills, say so (sorry if I forgot the name of the campus library guard, knowing I was already a veteran of nine years as of this writing the uploaded).
At that moment I said to myself: "Halah them, what good is reading other people's nonsense! Mending lecture read books, if it can not be an expert, at least read the benefits seen in the CPI numbers were boosted!" And petty that I shared my thoughts about books, novels.
Years passed and getting passes to corner at a point where only one word to two options: on-DO or passed away. And I, Alhamdulillaah, can choose the latter. I graduated with a mediocre GPA. I do not quite ignored until penyudutanku came the second: it's about social status. After graduating from college what my status then? And apparently I became an official in the sense that very parodif: unemployment of western Java.
Already several types of jobs I explore opportunities, but still nil, and that's where something commonplace called karma to work. I arguably did not have jobs can only terluntang-around in the house, sometimes dreamy up if they can be kulahap fly reckless maneuver in front of me. Boredom staying at home alone (not entirely alone, there are parents and sister, it's just feeling alone), making moves abnormally, please do not interpret the TEU somersault pararuguh (ah out again Sundanese version). Gerakku anomaly that because I do not usually ngoprek closet, suddenly stripped to do so, and the usual cabinets whose contents the book alone. Not my book but books sister who graduated Nursing Academy. From inside the closet I found a lot of magazines Armida. The brothers-sisters, they are like the fictional Islamic creature would know what it Armida magazine. Without much thought, I just read the stories for the sake of short stories for the sake of killing time. And it worked! a few hours, a few days I managed to kill time but apparently my time will not end while there was no similar reading materials in the cabinet.
From there, I've become consumers of fiction began to think to become a producer of fiction. From there, I started trying to write fiction, just blindly with a writing style elementary school children and you certainly can suddenly throw up if he insists on reading it. From the writing blindly, apparently it's the way God (I kind thought to Him) made me more familiar one cubit to the word and away to the world of literacy. I probably worked as a bricklayer, guard cafe, or a crew of cruise ships, which it had menjedakanku to pen and paper, but since the karma that work, I and the world's authorship as there may be divided, two things become one-solid.
Finally, once again, I want to go back posing the question: I and the novel is a karma?
How about you, have similar karma or other more karma karma?
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