The Place Where I Grew Up

I just finished watching the movie Orange County and it set my mind to thinking. It put me in this mood I always get in when I read a great book or see a movie that talks about becoming a writer. Finding Forrester and Stranger Than Fiction are two more of those films I'm talking about.

It's this feeling that if I only had the time, I could write a great novel. I think to myself, "If only ______, then you would be a writer."

I'm not sure what will become of my life. I know I'll graduate from school and have a family. I want to teach because it makes me feel incredible to share what I know and help others discover the joy of learning. But I also want so desperately to write. I want to spend 6 months in a foreign country experiencing something so unique that only I could tell the world about it.

Then I think, "It shouldn't take all that to write a great story." I plan out how I'll start my book. I buy a brand new spiral-bound notebook and start on a crisp page 1 with the title "My Book."

Only, that's pretty much as far as I've ever gotten.

Hopefully all of my classes in the coming years will help me figure out what to do with all the things inside my head. I have so many ideas that are as of yet embryos; nothing's quite ready to be born. One day it will all come together and you'll see my name on glossy paper surrounding a hardback something.

Until then I suppose I'll be sitting on my bed, watching movies and writing blogs to keep the fire burning.