It Brings Back Memories...

"And your life,' Katie said to Christy, 'is turning into a rather predictable romance. Girl meets boy. Boy is a dork for four years. Girl blossoms into a gorgeous woman. Boy finds his brain. Girl turns into starry-eyed mush head." -Robin Jones Gunn Is it weird that this quote brings back childhood memories? Because those books were my life for like three years, and now I'm on the re-re-rereading train. Robin Jones Gunn books feel like home to me. There is a sense of satisfaction and comfort that comes with slipping between the pages of one of her books. I've been to California, England, Italy, Spain, Oregon, Hawai'i and Switzerland through these books. I've dedicated an entire shelf on my very large book-shelf to these books. There are times that I'd be reading, and I would never know that people were talking to me or where we were because I was most definitely somewhere happier or more interesting. I hope that everyone has at least one book that feels like home to them. I don't know what I'd do or who I'd be if my best friend didn't convince me to read these books when we were in the fifth grade.

Putting an End to The End

"Don't adventures ever have an end? I suppose not. Someone else always has to carry on the story." -J.R.R. Tolkien

They say there's a such thing as an end, but I don't believe them. No story ever stops after the last page. The people just don't stop living. They breathe In. Out. In. Out. every second whether it's told or not. They face new struggles and mountains that must be peaked, but the story never ends. Not really. Not if you listen closely and dream. That's when living truly begins. In the Happily Ever After that is anything but happy. It's adventure. Something exciting and thrilling and frightening and disturbing. There's always a new cross to bear. So never believe them when they say 'THE END'.

(Thanks Caroline for the Tolkien quote!)

Forever is the Sunset of You and Me

"If you live to be a hundred, I want to live to be a hundred minus one day so I never have to live without you." -A. A. Milne

Two words: Best Friends. Just seeing those words together like that brings a flooding of images to your mind. Laughter, smiles, inside jokes, serious heart-to-hearts, long conversations on the phone. Best friends are the most special things in the world, and the really true ones, will never be a day without you. So to my best friends, I love you more than you could know, and I don't tell you enough how much I appreciate you, and I know there's never really a day that I live without you. To us, forever.

To Write is to Live

"The most beautiful things are those that madness prompts and reason writes."- Andre Gide

I've quite possibly gone crazy. Tomorrow I will join with many other writers and begin a month long process of placing words right next to each other to form a novel. The goal is 50,000 by midnight on November 30. Well, I'm curious to see what comes of it. I'm excited because it starts tomorrow, but my plan for this is no plan. That is, I have no plot only a protagonist. Nanowrimo, here I come. See you in 31 days.

Life feels Weird

"Life feels weird, Bailey."-My brother

Tonight at the dinner table my sister was talking about how weird something felt, and the quote was my little brother's response. I'm sure he was just joking or doing that bit where he says something random or off beat, but I heard that and it struck me as really profound. I mean, think about it. Life really does feel weird. Some days seem almost magical when the day before nothing went right. In life, things get scarier in the dark. Life brings pain, and that never feels natural or normal, but it definitely feels weird. I think its official-my brother is a genius. He's always had a way with the spoken word.

Fight for Love

"Do you think its possible to finally decide that you really, truly love someone, but not end up marrying him?"-Robin Jones Gunn (As You Wish)

The girl jolted down the street. Her heart was pounding in her ears. This isn't happening, this isn't happening she thought. He's got to still be alive she told herself again and again. His shaggy blond hair was stained with the tears she had shed the night before. His bright blue eyes were sinking into her uttermost thoughts. She loved him, and she couldn't lose him-not now. It was too soon.
"Please don't be dead, John," she whispered as she ran to his house. "Please don't leave me."
She ran through his front door hoping and praying that somehow he was still alive. She burst into the living room and saw his family crying. His brother and father never looked so distraught. With a glance at his sister's face she knew the chances were slim. The diabetic coma was too much for his frail body. The phone rang breaking the silence.
"We need the family of John Paul-Jones to come to Union Hospital; I'm afraid he hasn't made it."
She collapsed to the ground in tears.

Falling, Fallen, Fall

"Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns."-George Eliot

Crisp. Crunch. Woosh.

gold red and brown

the jerseys and cheering

plush soft elegant sweaters

contentedness-Thanksgiving

rain and cool breeze

smiling faces and pretty places

vacations in the cabin

dreamers peak of inspiration

a solid melody

rollercoasters of simplicity

one fading breath

new beginnings and happiness

sparkling eyes

the queer juxtaposed dance called fall