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When I was 15, I announced to my English class that I was going to write my own books.All the students nearly fell out of their chairs, 1 me.“Don’t be 2 .Only geniuses(天才)can become writers,” the English teacher said sarcastically(讽刺地).“And you are getting a D this term.” I was 3 deeply and I burst into tears.
That night I wrote a short, sad poem about 4 dreams and mailed it to the Capper’s Weekly newspaper.To my 5 , they published it, and sent me two dollars.I was a(an) 6 writer! I showed my teacher and fellow students.They laughed again.“Just plain dumb luck,(纯属侥幸)” the teacher said.However, I’d tasted 7 .I’d sold the first thing I’d ever written.
By the time I graduated from high school(with a C-minus average), I had scrapbooks filled with my published 8 .I never talked about my writing to my 9 , friends or my family again.They were 10 killers, and if people must choose between their friends and their dreams, they must always choose their dreams.
Later, I wrote a book about what I understood and 11 about life.It took me nine months, just like a(an) 12 .I chose a publisher and wrote a letter, which 13 :“I wrote this book myself, I 14 you like it.Chapters(章节)6 and 12 are my 15 .Thank you.” I mailed it without an envelope.
A month later, I 16 a letter, and a request to start working on 17 book.Crying Wind became a bestseller, and was translated into 15 languages.People ask what college I attended, what degrees I have, and what qualifications(品质)I have to be a writer.The answer is 18 .I just write.I’m not a genius, and I’m not gifted.I just write.To all those who dream of 19 , I’m shouting at you, “Yes, you 20 ! Don’t listen to them!” Writing is easy.It’s fun, and anyone can do it.