When I was 15, I said to my class that I was going to write my own books. All the students nearly fell out of their chairs, 1me. "Don't be silly. Only geniuses(天才) can become writers. And you are getting a D this term. " I was deeply2and I couldn't help crying.
That night I wrote a short, sad poem about my3 dreams and mailed it to the Weekly Newspaper. To my surprise, they published(发表) it, and sent me two dollars. I was a paid writer! I4 it to my classmates. They laughed again. "Just luck，" they said. However, I tasted success. Because my first poem5 published.
By the time I graduated from high school, I had collected all my published works together. But I6 talked about my writing to my classmates again. They were7 killers. And people must always keep on their own dreams by8.
Later, I wrote a book about9 I understood and felt about my life. It10 me nine months to finish it. I chose a publisher(出版商) and mailed my book. I wrote a note11 it, "I wrote this book myself. I hope you will like it. Thank you. "
A month later, 12 I received a letter, with an invitation for publishing the book. It became a bestseller(畅销书), and13 into 15 languages. People ask what college I attended and what degrees(学位) I have got. The answer is none. I just write. I'm not a genius, and I'm not talented. I just write. To all those who dream of14 ， I should say to you, "Yes, you15 be writers! Always keep writing！"
