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An unfamiliar pair of shoes ....
It's harder than I thought it would be. Well, I guess I truly didn't think about it all - before I opened my mouth and said the one word I knew would make her scream in delight. Yes. Who am I to deny her a good story? Who am I to say no? It's not in my nature to upset her - although at times I grit my teeth, and smile politley - while answering her constant requests.
It's been almost two weeks now, and I still find my mind cluttered with the complex features of my fabricated tale. Am I doing the characters justice? Or am I indeed faltering in my efforts? I never thought that I would be the one she would come running to; open arms, big grin, and a request that even I had trouble comprehending. Yet here I sit, sifting through the world that has brought so much happiness to those around me.
Each day I turn on the power to my trusty lap top. Each day I type till my fingers are stiff; sending aching spasms through my feeble muscles. And every day I wait for an ending I can live through. An ending so dramatic, that it would put my eariler works to shame. I am still waiting. I know it is out there, stalking me like a stealthy predator; cunning, and wise. It's only a matter of time before the predator reaches my mind, and invades it once more. It's always the same repetative circle, only now that she knows I'm almost done, her anticipation overwhelms me.
Perhaps I should leave the story as it rests. Perhaps I should ease her pain, and let her read my attempts of capturing the world's most beloved family. But what kind of writer would I be, if I didn't strive to finish the adventure that I never intended to create in the first place?
In some ways, I find it satisfyingly enjoyable; the action, suspense, and unconditional love. My mind drifts so easily into this world - sometimes doing so unintentionally. I can see why my friend chose me now. I just don't understand her confidence, her admiration. Only time will tell if I can truly step up to the task she appointed me with. Only time will tell if the rest of the world enjoys my creation, as the deadline approaches swiftly.
The predator will find me soon - driving my mind to places I never dreamed of going - finally unraveling a fascinating tale of choice. For what would any of us do without a choice? What would any of us do to have that choice? Would you take it?
I find myself wearing an unfamiliar pair of shoes, as I step into the world of Stephanie Meyer.
It's been almost two weeks now, and I still find my mind cluttered with the complex features of my fabricated tale. Am I doing the characters justice? Or am I indeed faltering in my efforts? I never thought that I would be the one she would come running to; open arms, big grin, and a request that even I had trouble comprehending. Yet here I sit, sifting through the world that has brought so much happiness to those around me.
Each day I turn on the power to my trusty lap top. Each day I type till my fingers are stiff; sending aching spasms through my feeble muscles. And every day I wait for an ending I can live through. An ending so dramatic, that it would put my eariler works to shame. I am still waiting. I know it is out there, stalking me like a stealthy predator; cunning, and wise. It's only a matter of time before the predator reaches my mind, and invades it once more. It's always the same repetative circle, only now that she knows I'm almost done, her anticipation overwhelms me.
Perhaps I should leave the story as it rests. Perhaps I should ease her pain, and let her read my attempts of capturing the world's most beloved family. But what kind of writer would I be, if I didn't strive to finish the adventure that I never intended to create in the first place?
In some ways, I find it satisfyingly enjoyable; the action, suspense, and unconditional love. My mind drifts so easily into this world - sometimes doing so unintentionally. I can see why my friend chose me now. I just don't understand her confidence, her admiration. Only time will tell if I can truly step up to the task she appointed me with. Only time will tell if the rest of the world enjoys my creation, as the deadline approaches swiftly.
The predator will find me soon - driving my mind to places I never dreamed of going - finally unraveling a fascinating tale of choice. For what would any of us do without a choice? What would any of us do to have that choice? Would you take it?
I find myself wearing an unfamiliar pair of shoes, as I step into the world of Stephanie Meyer.
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Comment by Vicky on July 24, 2009 at 3:03pm
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Aw thanks hun ... I went ahead and posted the first two chapters in teh Fiction group *smiles*
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Comment by Koren Paulino on July 24, 2009 at 11:04am
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WOW... you just blow my mind... I think you would do GREAT!!!! Your expressions and way of thinking is just like hers...
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