Thursday, 30 June 2011

June 29, 2011

Today I am listening to music from my past. That which I suppose you could say sparked my initial desire to write. I listened to music a lot in my teenage years and would spend hours and hours writing fictional stories about musicians and bands. Stories that were so long they could really almost be novels. 

While I spent so much time writing these stories I let my imagination go, and I would tell myself that what I was writing was so unbelievably amazing that surely if the right person read them, he or she would recognize my awesome talent and want to publish me right away.

I still have copies of the stories, too. Every now and then I like to go back and read them.  Every time I read something, it is like a movie playing in my head, and usually I don't want to put it down until the "movie" is over. I read these stories I wrote so many years ago, and really I feel like no one should be subjected to having to read them.  I feel bad for making my own mother read them. 

The point I'm trying to make is that in one sense I want to go back to letting my imagination go like that.  I want what I write to be so good that when someone reads it, they see a movie playing in their head and not want to put it down until the movie is over. I've yet to find that inspiration. One day... 

June 28, 2011

Sometimes when the weather is nice, I like to go sit in Harmony Square before work. Sometimes I stare at the sky and the people and think about how blessed I am, and sometimes I just listen to music and wait. For a long time lately, I have had a desire to write. So, I am bringing a little notebook with me to Harmony Square and hope that inspiration finds me where I am. I will post most of my writings here, and hopefully it will inspire me to write something big, and with purpose. 

June 28

Ever desire to write that great novel? That one that gets published and earns you all kinds of money, fans and fame. I just want to write, and get published. I don't need millions of dollars, but I want people to want to read my stories.  I want my books to be sold at yard sales. Part of me wants to write this fantastical cinderella-esque novel complete with the prince charming and the happy ending, and part of me wants to write a story about my journey as a woman of God. Every time I try to put pen to paper though, I come up with nothing. Empty handed. I pray for God's wisdom and that one day He would recognize my hearts desires. I put my faith and trust in HIm, knowing that only He knows whats best for me, and where my life will lead.