I've never been grateful that wind and rain knocked out a satellite. Mark your calendars because tonight, for the first time, I'm thankful for the weather's effect on my home's source of cable. I just began reading Twilight.
My sister, Caroline, has been telling me how much I would enjoy this book. She would call me and say that every time she picked up the novel, which she was reading for her book club, she thought of me.
I've always been oddly fascinated by vampires, and it seems that I am not alone. One, Stephanie Meyer, is also so fascinated by these mythical creatures that she dreamt, and even wrote a trilogy about one in particular.
50-odd pages in I feel like I could have written this book. I love everything about it so far and have never been more inspired than I am now to write a book of my own, published or not. Every time I read a book I like, I resume the rest of my life walking around with a narrator in my head like Will Ferrell in "Stranger than Fiction," except unlike Will, I know who the author of these words are: me!
The first thing I did after putting the book down for the evening (of course after making a batch of no bake cookies) was come to the computer and read up on Stephanie Meyer. I am surprised and pleased to know there is a movie coming out.
Now that I know I want to write, what should I write about? Maybe I should finish reading this trilogy first, or maybe this fire I have will burn out by then.
The only thing I know is that no type of "office" job is going to fulfill me. I've not felt even a mere 5 seconds of the type of excitement I feel right now in any office.
I'm tired of bringing others' entrepreneurial dreams to life. It's my turn.
Thank you Caroline for giving me this book for my birthday! If I don't let myself down by lazily putting off writing, it will be a gift remembered!