When I was 16, I started to write in my notebook. My friend shared my passion so she joined me to write together. The story was about relationships, school days, jealousy and adulting. We were writing together few years. After we wrote four books together, we parted ways.
These books were never published. Old notebooks collected dust in the bottom of the drawer. One day I was cleaning my closet and found the manuscript with two different handwriting styles. Yellow pages, letters written with a pencil. It was like a ghost visited me. Looking like a tourist who visited a cave, I felt strange.
I lived in the age without technology. I was born in the time without cell phones and Internet. Co-writing was the way of spending time, because I was not skilled in sport games. I was not socialized.
Comparing these two styles of writing, I see mine was very different. One of my peers asked me then:"Why don't you write alone?"
Many years after I found an article in Internet portal, about me, written by my ex friend. The name of character was different, but it was a story that happened to me. Many lies and distorted details were there. I did not feel angry. I felt victorious.
Someone who claimed her talent was reached the bottom. Writing a fake version of my story was a wrong way to pull attention.
So when you asked me to do co-writing, I would always say NO.
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