Ever since I got fired, or into a forced retirement, or more precisely, into a self-imposed retirement, I found myself quite <quote> PRODUCTIVE </quote> . In the past 10 days, I had an average of 2389 words per day despite all other activities.
My newest installment of my contiguous novelette “The Doodle Workshop” is a spin-off, called “Dafang’s Job Hunting” ( 《刘大房寻职记》）: HERE
A synopsis:
LIU, Dafang was a bit of dim-witted young man from a 3rd-tier Chinese city. He was poorly educated with only a diploma of Middle School ( Junior High ), nor had he been a good student. He was brought up mostly by his elder sister who was a passionate reader of Japanese Manga due to their parents’ busy schedules of making fortune.
In modern China, there are many parents like Dafang’s parents, and there are many children like Dafang.
Yet, Dafang was unique. He might had not been a good student in conventional ways, but he was a talent of drawing, especially, he liked to draw in Art Nouveau style. The Art Nouveau style made him stand out and land a job that he had long desired in Beijing despite his poor education background.
My issue with my “contiguous” writing is that I am stuck in my own boring style, and no hope to jump out. For example, the above story is read like Liu, Dafang’s biography. So was the Aged Osmanthus Liquor, so was the My Cool Auntie, etc. (the list is on and on).
Sign, sign, sign. I may really have to go back to a writing class. Of course, a Chinese one.