Before I knew it I was along the seashore chasing seagulls, admiring the beach houses, and painting. I was standing in a room walking through sculptures and taking part of an art show. I was there, or I might as well have been. I had fallen into the pages and become a part of story.
It’s as if the words were coming out of the page and dancing before me. My imagination has always been this way, which is why I love to read. Reading a good book is way better than watching a five star movie, that’s simply how I function.
The other day I watched Lord of the Rings for the first time. So far I’ve only watched the first movie, but I was thrilled to discover that Bilbo Baggins’s home is exactly as I had envisioned it when I read the book. I love it when the world I read comes alive and is transformed how I see it. Which is also why it’s hard for me to read a book and watch the movie—it will never match up exactly.
Anyway, last night I was reading and captivated by the story. I loved that the author spent the time to create a world that I could step into.
Which made me realize, this is why I want to write.
I want to write so that other people can step inside a world that has been created by me, planned and executed with a certain style, transformed into something beautiful and moving.
I can’t wait to get to that point. I simply can’t wait.
However, I’ll have to wait and take general requirements before I get to take all the classes that will count toward my major. But that’s not going to stop me from writing all the time. I’ll write no matter what classes I have.
Someday I’m hoping I’ll have 300 pages of something that people will want to sit down and read from start to finish.
Someday I’ll have a book.
P.S. One of my best friends just came in a exclaimed, “You’re blogging again! Yay!” (I feel the same way; it has taken far too long for me to find a captivating idea that I feel compelled to translate into words. I’m glad I’m back.)