When I was a little girl, I used to love books. Not in the way you would expect though. You would assume that since I loved books, I loved to read, but that was never the reason I would pick one up. My mother would buy me lots of books, filled with beautiful pictures and I would look over the pages and run my tiny but chubby fingers over the faces of the people trapped inside the papers and I would give them my own story. Of course, it didn't make sense at the time, but in my mind, stories of courageous characters would pop out of the book and tell me their story; according to me.
In my stories, the princess never felt alone and the prince always came to save her, the dragon was always sleighed and the minor characters got some credit. In my stories, disapointment was not an option, unhappiness didn't exist and dispare was never part of the picture.
I never really enjoyed reading. And it seems strange and I surprise myself with this fact and realization. I love to imagine, dream and discover which is what the very defenition of reading is. For some reason, I find it a struggle to sit myself down, open a book and read from cover to cover. I respect very highly the people who can do it. I just can't. I wish I could and if I had more dtermination in my blood maybe it would be easier, but for some reason, I want to be on the other side. I want to tell the story. I want to paint the picture. I want to be the one giving the writings, not recieving them.
It sounds selfish, but that is not my intent what so ever, not at all. Its the opposite, I love to give. I love to give everything, no matter what it is. Its in my nature and I feel the need to express. Express emotion, thoughts and experiences and somehow I feel that writing things through and through with a pen and paper help me do that most effectively.
So I write. I write because I have the inspiration to do so. I write because of my passion for expression, creativity and love.
- SHANNON <3
