I suddenly remembered what day March 25 was, then hurried to write. I was really nervous at the time. I only had one weekend to write this, and I hadn't even finished planning the story or outlining it. I didn't want to write another tragedy, because whenever I write one, I'm always the one who ends up heartbroken.
I wrote through the night, always afraid I'd miss a flash of inspiration. I revised every sentence and read them over carefully, again and again. I know I don't have much skill or literary talent, only meager words. Still, I foolishly hoped to use these plain words to tell a story: one about an ordinary life, without a grand, dramatic ending.
That's all.
Qing Chen
March 19, 2011, 4:54 a.m.
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