Writing

Dear Sum Sum, Lok Lok,

Auntie Bubu's books reminded mami a long lost interest: writing.

Papa enjoys writing a lot. You can tell from the hundreds of posts in his blog. He faithfully writes down his thought and learning from every class we attended, every book he read, every movie or performance we went, or just reflection from our everyday life.

I don't write that much. The only thing I write now, except anything work related, is just these letters to you. I write so little now that I nearly forgot how much I loved to write in the past. Granted I mostly just wrote letters or email, still, these were form of written words that recorded my thinking and feeling at a particular time.

As I pick up, not my pen, but my blackberry to write again this time, the feeling is very different.

Now I enjoy writing (typing!) because writing quiets me down. It slows me down. Writing forces me to organize my thoughts properly, and to get clear what I really want to communicate.

And it seems to me the magic resides more with 'rewriting' rather than writing. When editing my own work, I get the chance to inspect what I wanted to convey. If first draft is a natural flow of thought, then editing is really the art of craftsmanship to make the flow smooth, logical, understandable, genuine, and touching. And an invaluable opportunity to examine my own thought again, and again.

There are many forms of communications between people: talking, listening, singing, dancing, body language, painting, music... Writing is just one of the many ways. I hope you would find your own way to fully express yourself, to communicate with others and get yourself understood at the same time.

Love,
Mama