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“What do you want to be, Leo?”

“I want to be a writer.”

“And you, what do you want to be, Gary?”

“I want to be a writer.”

I was teaching English in Kaohsiung in Jan., and my incompleted thesis was left behind  in Taichung.

I never thought that my students would take me back to the days of being a "writer".

The target of the lesson was to express their dream in the future.

There’re many colorful pictures of different occupations in the book, such as  astronaut,  a musician, a singer, a dancer, a teacher, a doctor and a writer.

Kids were asked to play games by asking their fiends “What do you want to be?”

Surprsingly, “being a writer”was a popular dream.

I was curious of the reason, and meanwhile, felt a bit…sad.

It seems that I’m the one whom they dream to be.

They didn’t choose to be an astronaut, a doctor, or a singer.

Instead, they told me “I want to be a writer.”

I asked them why.

They told me, “Writers write books. I thought that’s something!”

“They’re really cool!  They just sit and type with the computers, and then, a book is completed.”

My 8 year olds kids adore persons who are able to ‘make’ books.

They’re right. Writers should be ones who can  turn fragments into words, into pages.

A writer should be the one whose muse will come back.

I'm not a writer yet. I lost the contact of my muse.

Anyone knows her contact ??