So back to school is upon us and I am really sad because that means it will be harder for me to work on my books. However, I always have to look around me when I'm at school and this being my senior year has opened my eyes I think...
After the overwhelming success of last week's post, I must admit I find it hard to come up with a new post. I talked about inspiration once before, and let me just say, it is hard to come by sometimes. So maybe, it's time for some background, a deeper story than I've gone before. Maybe you know me, maybe you don't. It doesn't matter either way, because I pride my personality on hiding parts of myself for just me. In other words, I'm telling you that you probably don't know me as well as you think. I mean, accept for the fact that I know how hard getting published can be and wanted a jump start on it, hoping if I could get a fan base, then it would be easier, I probably wouldn't even be writing this. I have conversations with myself. They are sometimes very deep and meaningful, like last week's blog. That was one of those conversations with myself, rather I should say that it was something I was meditating on in my alone time, and it made it onto paper so beautifully, at least I thought it did. My writing hasn't always expressed my thoughts quite so well. I haven't always been able to express myself so well. I think maybe it's time you got to know me a little bit better. I was a curious child growing up. I drove my mom nuts by the constant asking "Why". We would watch a movie. I would ask why. We were listening to music. I would ask why. I don't know if there was ever a time I wasn't asking why. I was asking why on things most people never thought about. Have you ever asked how the motorcycle at the beginning of Girls Girls Girls by motley crew moves across the room. Obviously it has to do with how they balance the music between the left and right speaker, but have you ever asked how they record it. I did when I was four, and then listened intently as my father explained the process of recording music for me. I grew up in a home with a dictionary and thesaurus, not to mention a subscription to the World of Knowledge Encyclopedias. I always just assumed it was because it was something every family had in their library. Come to find out, my mother bought the Encyclopedias because of my curiosity. I was asking questions she didn't have the answers to, and I don't think Google was around yet. I think it was my curiosity, and my parents way of satisfying it that sparked my interest in reading. If I asked a question, I was told to look it up. An association of reading to learning was made, and as a curious child, I wanted to learn. Thus I learned how to read, and learned to love it. Not very many people enjoy reading to the extent my brother and I learned to read. We have such a passion, that our punishment isn't taking away the video games so we do our chores, it is taking the books away so we will do the chores. We love reading. I can swallow a book, sometimes a very big book, in a day. I love the way reading cultivates my imagination, that it puts me in another place. I see knew things, and I learn from them. The Imagination I have developed because I have read is tremendous. I have often played games with my siblings, beyond the normal family that most kids play. We have played Spies, we have created our own businesses and played for weeks over the summer. Eventually, those ideas, those games, turned into ideas for books. Namely, one game I played with my siblings the summer before my seventh grade year, turned into the idea for The Princess Spy. Maybe you are sitting there reading this going, I thought she changed Princess Spy to Royal Beginnings. I have, and I use Princess Spy for good reason. The game that I played with my siblings changed when I made it into a book. Technically, the draft I started my seventh grade year was not titled Princess Spy, the second draft was, but close enough. Maybe you remember when I renamed Princess Spy Royal Beginnings. I made a comment about how awful it was. Luckily the seventh grade drafts were lost when my mom's computer crashed, so I don't have to read those and see how awful those were (and trust me, it was awful because the one chapter that I found written was AWFUL!) My writing has improved, and through it I have discovered a talent. My imagination and love for reading turned into a talent to express myself well through writing. So now, I ask, what will my talent for writing bring? I may meet another great talent I have, or maybe, I will find my purpose. We all have purpose, and we have our opportunities to find it. I'm not going to take a risk and miss mine. You shouldn't either. Thank you for supporting me. I see it, and I am very grateful for it. I will do everything I can to show my gratitude, it is not enough say it. Hopefully it will be a complete book soon. For now it is this blog.
Be warned. This is not really about any of my books, although many of my recent posts haven't been. This post is about you, so if you don't want to read more, I understand. What makes you special? We've heard it before, in countless movies, in countless books. Steve Rodgers in Captain America was asked the same question. He said nothing. When he said nothing he lied, and when we say nothing, we are lying too. Not just to the person asking, but to ourselves. Every one has something about them that makes them special. We are all different. None of us are the same, not exactly. Many of us may have similar morals, ideals of what is right and wrong. That is why government works, but we are different, and not just because science tells us we are. We are not bricks. We have different functions, different talents, different roles. That is how society works. If everyone were the same, if we all had the same talents and same personalities, even if we were all really nice people, we wouldn't have friends. Would you want to hang out with someone who was the exact same as you? Who had the same thoughts, who had the same talents as you? I know the answer is no, and for some people it is hard enough to make friends, sometimes we need a little push, we are forced to rely on someone else's talents to help us and then we get to know them and they become one of our greatest friends. If we all had the same talents that wouldn't happen, we wouldn't need any help, and if we did no one could help us. Think about your friends and how you met. You know I'm right, don't you. Everyone is special. We are all special in our own way. What makes me special? I think my maturity and strength with the written word does. So does my optimism and hope. My dreams make me different. I am kind, but sometimes withdrawn and quiet, so you wouldn't know. I am smart. I know that not one of these things is unique just to me. many people have the the traits I have listed, but it is the combination of traits that is unique to me. And those aren't all. I'm discovering new ones every day.
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