I think just about anyone who can read and write has said at one point that they are going to write a book someday. Perhaps a story you want to tell or a theory that you have... I spent last Sunday morning sharing these ideas back and forth with my friend Meagan. Everything from Travel books to coffee table books... I went through a phase of thinking that I would no doubt be an author of children's literature if I could get an illustrator to capture my imagination. Sunday afternoon I found myself on a beautiful drive with my dad, again discussing the books he has thought about writing. Books are a beautiful thing, the creation of words put together to create worlds and people and unforgettable tales. I have thought about starting a book club... or perhaps I should call it a writing club, where we put the pen to paper (or fingers to the keyboard) with the ideas we all walk around with stirring in our minds. This explains my last post- I have had that intro in my head for months and figured I should write it out at least as a draft- I think it would be a series of short stories tied together from the perspective of the youngest child learning from the various experiences of her older siblings. Obviously this would be based off of some of my real life experiences but also from the observations of many other families and the various traits in birth order etc... Anyway, this is one of the many books I think about- It's hard to think that with all of the books out there, that there could still be so many stories yet to tell. I think that if I make it to heaven then one of the first things I will do is get a library card to the celestial library where I imagine a super comfy white chaise where I will sit and read to my heart's delight!
