I had not a clue that I hadn't posted anything in the last four months. Amazing. Time passes and there's nothing that you can do to stop it... even as much as you'd like it to.
Why is it that when we are young we can't wait for the time to fly by so that we can get out of the house and live our lives? Now that I'm older, and I do hope a bit wiser, that I find the time just flying by too fast.
My baby girl is now seventeen years old and my twins little baby boys are now thirteen years old. Wow... where has the time gone? The pictures I guess paint the picture more and more.
This evening we watched a movie together called Inkheart. It was a movie that had Brendan Frazier in it. He's become one of my favorite actors. It was a very interesting story of a man who could read a story and actually bring the characters to "life" - they would come out of the story and be "real" people. A very interesting idea.
Here I am - a want to be writer thinking about this story where a man brings to life the characters he reads. I wish that it was that simple to write about it. It's actually quite hard to sit and write something. It's like a saying that I've seen on Ms. Michel's desk. It says: "Writing isn't hard. You just stare at a blank sheet of paper until drops of blood appear on your forehead." Sometimes, that's all the truth that there is.
Then, there are those people that you watch as they are pounding out a story left and right and you have to wonder how they got so proficient at it, as you look back to your blank sheet of paper and wipe your brow wondering if the blood is there yet. I still have stories in my head... and I want to tell them, but the question sometimes is how to get the characters down, the scenes straight and everything right and without errors.
If I only had the time to do it...
