The first book…

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I don’t think I can name only one book that compelled me to write. Nor can I name the first book that I read and thought to myself “Wow this writer is amazing”. I always admired the story, the characters, the style of written word.

Honestly in the beginning I was thinking more along the lines of being a professional literature translator. I was completely satisfied by seeing my name written underneath the author and the title. I wanted to open a book and see my name there in small print, nearly nonexistent but still there. And then I wanted more.

If I have to name one book I cannot do so, but maybe I should write about the author of my favorite books from the childhood period. Lucy Maud Montgomery and her Anne of Green Gables sage as well as Emily and New Moon made up my childhood. This was my bedtime story. I read the books so many times that the covers became worn out and pages were nearly falling apart. I loved the characters and the style. I admired the little girls who in spite of everything grew up to be respected and successful women.

Writing a story, making someone stop and identify with your characters, to follow the intricate plot lines, the yearning for more… It is a powerful thing – writing, being a writer. Wielding such power is the greatest gift of all. Reaching for this power is very human. Being good at it is hard work and practice.

Daily prompt from: https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=618222398205085&set=a.599260846767907.1073741825.175634409130555&type=1&relevant_count=1.

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Daily Prompt: The Glass

Is the glass half-full, or half-empty?

I often ask myself that question. How do I feel right now? Is it my up or down of the hour,  day, week, moment? Am I all rainbows and sunshine’s or storm and thunder? Am I positively or negatively charged?

I guess it really depends on the stuff that happens throughout the course of a day. Sometimes even though I really try to always see the ups in any situation, to see the glass half-full rather than half-empty, the bad atmosphere gets the best of me.

To see the world through pink tinted glasses, to see the world as a half-full glass – that’s very Polyanna, don’t you think? It was one of my favorite books when  I was growing up. I remember reading Polyanna, Anne of Green Gables, Emily of New Moon with flustered face and anticipation. I loved those protagonists that conquered so many obstacles, defeated the disbelievers and found true love. Isn’t it better this way? Isn’t it easier to find ups rather than downs in our everyday life?

I refurbished this principle into a “devil may care” attitude which I employ quite often. I try to live my life to the fullest, not letting the world pull me down from my cloud nine. And when I get that sad feeling that threatens to overwhelm me, I turn to writing. I pull out piece of paper, I start my laptop, I begin to write. I do not stop until I’m satisfied, until I’m happy. I could live that way. I could write all night and day. My glass will be truly half-full when I have all time in the world to write. When nothing distracts me. I dream that someday I will just sit and write to my heart’s content. Someday.