Hello, all! It's Thursday & I leave for the beach tomorrow ( yaya! ), but before I go, I needed to share some pictures from the lake ... and also share another part of my book! Yes, it's coming along, I promise! I thought I'd share a little about the process, too. You see, writing a book is not nearly as easy as it sounds. At first, you think all you need is a story line and some characters and you're set, but let me tell you something -- it takes a bunch more than just the facts. Writing a book takes heart. WHAT, okay so who said I actually had to be connected with the story?? R E L A X ~ because the connection is absolutely the best part of it all. For me, writing this book is letting go ... letting go of a lot of things I no longer need to carry around. I'm writing about dreams that will always be dreams, stories that just sit in my brain and clog my train of thoughts. I'm writing about things such as people disguised as characters, so I can portray how great they really are in real life. Writing a book is almost like writing my life - plus all the extra cool stuff (: I'm glad I finally found a place to elaborate my thoughts ... my brain needed some major rest from its wandering. AlRiGhT, aLrIgHt --- here is the excerpt.
:: Excerpt from Allie's Book (still working on that title!) ::
I'd like to think that this is the place where everything's good and everything's safe, but around my corner is a thief lurking about as if his only mission was ever to steal; and around every corner is something even greater than the innocent truth, though we never really know which corners to turn and which to let be - so we end up curious and lost as if it were our purpose just to wonder. And they all ask themselves what would happen to them if they surfaced with the reality that wonder could never be good enough, that maybe we were meant to toss around at night in our sleep and tiptoe in broad daylight just so we would end up face to face with our questions. And maybe even their own thoughts were impossible to understand because they didn't want to understand them - simply because they were afraid of what the thief would steal if they allowed themselves to wonder. What would happen if one of us were to peer around the wrong corner and end up wishing we hadn't? I need someone to help me believe that it's okay to fall deeply into your thoughts without the fear of going missing.
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