write...

After what feels like a pretty long stint of not being inspired to write, I've found myself picking up an old story I'd started quite a few months ago (dare I even say maybe a year ago) and deliberately and excitedly adding to it. With the help of one of my beloved coworker's frequent inquiries of "What happened to Claire?" I am finally making Claire move forward. I have found in most of my writing that including some of my own life experiences, although through the eyes of a fictional character, has definitely helped give my stories that other level of relateability, an emotional connection between the reader, author and character.

The idea that I'm able to sit down and easily type out a handful of pages makes me feel like I haven't lost it - that passion for writing, for words, for creating a story. Considering it's what my degree is in, a degree I pursued after deciding what I thought I wanted to do - dental hygiene - wasn't really my dream after all; my dream was in fact becoming a published author and having my writing skills recognized by complete strangers. My dream was moving people with my words, making an impact on their lives simply by creating an image through the stringing together of words that by themselves have little meaning.

Recently it seems like there have been so many trending books out there like the Twilight Series, The Hunger Games, and who can forget Harry Potter? I debate whether I want to be that author; that author who is readily and frequently talked about and whose prose are transformed into box office busters. Or would I rather be the unsuspecting author who is one day discovered and whose name is quietly whispered from ear to ear, shared from friend to friend. "You have to read this book out by this new author. I couldn't put it down!" Oh I shutter with glee at the thought.

For now I'll continue to plug away at my stories, tucking my goal in my back pocket and just waiting for it to fall into my lap.