“For some of us, books are as important as almost anything else on earth. What a miracle it is that out of these small, flat, rigid squares of paper unfolds world after world after world, worlds that sing to you, comfort and quiet or excite you. Books help us understand who we are and how we are to behave. They show us what community and friendship mean; they show us how to live and die.” ~ Anne Lamott,
“This is our goal as writers, I think:
to help others have this sense of wonder,
of seeing things anew, things that catch us
off-guard, that break in on our small
bordered worlds. When this happens,
everything feels more spacious.
I think this is how we are supposed to be –
present and in awe.”
You have been given the intriguing power of being able to bring inanimate objects to life. What happens when your favourite objects awaken? What is their personality like? What stories do they tell you? Are they indifferent, amicable or difficult?
Do you have a germaphobic toothbrush? Does your favourite pen write you a “Dear John” letter? Does your well-loved old sweater thank you for your loyalty? Does your journal start questioning you about what you’ve been writing? Does your VCR reminisce about “the good old days”? Has this power become a blessing or a curse? Get creative, write and have fun! 🙂
“The most important things are the hardest to say. They are the things you get ashamed of, because words diminish them — words shrink things that seemed limitless when they were in your head to no more than living size when they’re brought out. But it’s more than that, isn’t it? The most important things lie too close to wherever your secret heart is buried, like landmarks to a treasure your enemies would love to steal away. And you may make revelations that cost you dearly only to have people look at you in a funny way, not understanding what you’ve said at all, or why you thought it was so important that you almost cried while you were saying it. That’s the worst, I think. When the secret stays locked within not for want of a teller but for want of an understanding ear.” ~ Stephen King, Different Seasons
What would you do if you were given an infinite amount of time to pursue a dream? Would you go for it? Would you start as soon as possible or would you wait until the “right” moment? What reasons would you tell yourself for waiting? What would you gain by waiting or what would you lose? Even if you weren’t given infinite time, would you still pursue your dream?
Reflect and write!