I read Still Alice- Lisa Genova (totally course related!), which is the first book I've read, probably in three years, that wasn't for school. (Okay well technically it was, but I got to pick the book which makes it so much better!) Ever since I read it I feel like my old self is coming back. I went to Walmart for something to do, and ended up leaving with four novels (Left Neglected -Lisa Genova and all three Hunger Games books. Which was my other choice for the book review, but I couldn't buy it on my iPhone and I was afraid it wouldn't be available at Walmart at the time.) While shopping for books I picked these four out of probably a possible 15 that I had picked out. I only picked them because Lisa Genova is my new discovered love (Sorry Lisa, you will never take Stephen King's place in my heart, but you were pretty close!) and I heard The Hunger Games is pretty amazing from a fellow CM1145 blogger.
Anyway I'm getting slightly off topic. My point is, my old self is returning, starting with the tall pile of thick unread novels, which will consume hours of my time, exercise my mind, and improve my writing skill. As I believe I stated in a blog from CM1120, I was always the girl who sat at her desk at recess lost in a book. At the time it wasn't to exercise my mind, or improve my writing skill (I had none at the time) or to prove I was smart. It was to hide myself, befriend the characters, and feel like I belonged. (Yes, I felt like I belonged in the books with my pretend character friends.) So, because I was such an active reader at such a young age (I taught myself how to read English at age six, because they refused to teach us French Immersion kids until we were eight) I soon found myself able to transform it into writing myself. Thinking back I've probably started six books, filled out a 120 page notebook in delicately written plots and chapters, outlined characters, expressed my own life as a character in a story, etc. (Oh what I wouldn't give to have one of those notebooks to read today!) I've never completed one of these "books". As soon as someone would as about it, I would immediately say "NOTHING" and as soon as they weren't looking I ripped it up and threw it away. I distinctly recall keeping a very personal journal when I was thirteen, and I was going away for summer and ripped it up into the tiniest pieces, I am not joking I made sure not a single word was readable on the scraps of paper, and tossed it, afraid of someone scavenging my room and reading it. Needless to say my "very personal journal held information such as "today I decided I have a crush on such and such" or "I can't believe a car splashed me when I was walking home today!" That is how self conscious I once was of my writing, and how hidden I once was. As you can see because I hid myself so much, my thoughts and ideas were something extremely personal, I refused to let anybody read a "true" work of mine. Hours and hours of writing just thrown out...
Back to my original topic again (why do I keep giving you all my life story...) I can feel my fingers twitching, and my brain wondering. I was sitting down eating spaghetti, and all of a sudden my mind begins to think about space. Space cannot just be forever going on. We are totally some messed up science experiment in another realm or something. Maybe we are like the Who's on that cotton ball the elephant (Horton?) and we are just floating around in some bigger more advanced life. So, getting away from my crazy thoughts, I began to create this world just outside of the most outer layer of space in my mind, where some human's in a ship such as "Star Trek" would end up finding and discovering what we actually are and what our fate truly is, etc. Creativity! Hoorah! Needless to say, I felt an itch to write a story. I haven't felt that in years, and the only difference now is that I'm not afraid to let people read it. No one ever got anywhere in something they love my hiding in their closet!
So, that is my very random rant on writing. (By the way, I believe this feeling returned after I bought the books and began to read them. Thanks CM1145!!)
