I imagine when I’m a lady of an older mind, physically and mentally, I shall have plenty of stories to tell my children and grandchildren. I love to tell stories, whether they’re in writing or spoken from my mind. I honestly cannot wait to become a Mother, because each night as I tuck my kids into bed, I will make it a tradition for me to tell them fantastical stories, that they shall never forget.
I took this picture of my notebook, solely because I’d like to share something with you. I love to write (totally not obvious on my blog). I love to tell stories, quite pragmatically I might add. For years whilst I attended school, my love of writing essays upon essays never went unnoticed by my peers. Oftentimes, my friends felt the need to remind me that I probably wrote too much (my essays used to be at least 5 pages and onwards), and I used to just shrug and not stand up for myself. Little did they know, I could never narrow a story down to just one piece of paper. My mind differed from theirs, I chose to produce stories that shocked, intrigued, encouraged, enthralled, mystified those around me. Through the years, I never took their advice of keeping it short and sweet. I wanted my stories to be remembered. My imagination craved to be splattered upon a plentiful amount of pages, despite others dismissal. My teacher always found my writing fascinating, so it didn’t matter what my ‘friends’ thought.
So, my love of writing has accompanied me into my adult life. At least one year ago, I completed a quite lengthy short story, in which I named it ‘Silent Knight’ (the notebook in which it was written is pictured above). Story telling is a very therapeutic process, because you can imagine a life where all is right in the world.
Many years ago, some of my friends loved the stories I wrote, because they involved them in certain scenarios. I remember, to bring smiles to everyone’s faces, I decided to create numerous Hogwarts Acceptance letters, pretending they were personally written by Professor Dumbledore. One of my friends still has this very letter, which warms my heart.
Writing is a fantastic way of discovering what your imagination can conjure up. Writing is an art, that will never go out of fashion. I hope to write some more stories soon, due to the fact that I miss it, terribly.
All in all, listen to yourself, not others. What do they know? The only person that knows you, after all, is yourself.
‘Words are how we think;
Stories are how we link.’