Be the Heroine of Your own Story!

All of us are heroes in our own stories, and just as some authors never learn to write believable dialogue, some people never learn to live a plot at all. They go about their lives, never changing, never progressing, until suddenly it is over and the reader is left with a sense of dissatisfaction, for nothing was done that could not have waited, and nothing was left that could not have been done if only they'd had the courage to try.

 

That will not be me. I am determined to do something with my life. Something beyond the trashy romance novel or tired scifi script. Something worthy of a classic, a life not to be shelved after a few pages, or dutifully borne until at long last it may be set aside, but instead one that is well-balanced with excitement and adventure against a lasting peace and satisfaction.

 

All the novels I have ever read; they are here inside of me. I can feel them like fish swimming in my head, quotes and comedy, pieces of my very soul. They have such a profound affect on me at times, reminding me by example how a true hero acts. I am a reader in essence-- to take that away from me would be to lose the very threads of which I am spun.

 

Books to me are like sunlight-- too much tends to burn me out, but without them I cannot feel alive. I love the emotions of a romantic scene (not trashy, just sweet), the passion of righteous anger, the comedy of indignation and pride. I have been asked, once before, why words were so important to me, why I need hear what I 'ought' to have known. This is who I am. I am a writer- words are my passion, my forte, my life. Without them I would be like pale shaded moss, not a wild rose trying desperately to bloom in a sea of hot house replicas.

Reviews

[Eezee]

Hello,

I must admit, despite what I will say later on that I loved reading this piece for the simple reason that the thought and words had a nice flow. I felt as if I was part of your thoughts, a nerve ending that received the exact tingle that was that thought.

However, I fail to understand why you would classify this as a story. It is clearly not a story. It could be part of a story but for now it hangs in the air, like a sentence without a full stop.

I would advice you to classify it as an essay or anything else. That aside, I love the choice and use of words and even more, I love the flow of words.

You will make it, I believe you will.