I had a great weekend this time around. I watched my niece, Madilyn, who is eight, and (like myself) is growing into a book lover and writer.
It’s great for me to watch her creativity grow, to hear the books that she likes to read, to listen to her ideas; to watch (somewhat enviously) her imagination come alive. She told me after inhaling one of her new but used books: “I love how books smell.” And I think I fell in love with her just a little bit more.
We had a grand ol’ time. She showed me some of her video games: Zoo Tycoon and got me hooked on Lego Lord of the Rings. We had a pizza party, ate chips, made cup cakes and put streaks of pink in each others hair.
Now, mind you, I am 26, but I had the best time that I have had in a while. Maybe it’s because my niece and I are so much alike; we are both sensitive, both dramatic and creative. Maybe it’s because I haven’t had a girl’s day in a while…maybe I’ll always be a child at heart, but it’s amazing how the simplest things sometimes end up being the memories that last a lifetime.
Anyway, after the dying of hair, we also managed to watch The Book of Life, and How to Train your Dragon 2. Suffice to say, we had a busy time of it, and were ready for bed around 11pm.
My heart is still all warm and fuzzy recalling the great weekend I had, and it is amazing how much she inspires me. She asked me what I had my office for, (where she slept Saturday night on my futon). I told her it was because I write. And she asked me where my books were. Have you printed them out? What stories do you write?
I had to think a bit, as I mumbled: No, they’re not done. They are on my computer. They aren’t printed…aren’t published yet…
I guess this means I better get crackin’! What have I been doing all my life? Not writing, that’s what! I also thinks this means I should focus on writing more children’s stories. So I can have something more to share.
Anyway, I also wanted to share the poem that she managed to create on my fridge with the magnetic poetry I have. I thought it was cute. Here goes:
I’ll call it: “Imagination”
ice and air men women sacred [scared]
to blush we like blue magic
not sad boys cat must
breath [breathe] perfume and in our
young green eyes brilliant
I love that last part: Young, green, eyes and brilliant joy. Yes, that pretty much describes my weekend. I got back just a little bit of my childhood on Saturday; that free, unaltered joy, which consists of pure happiness and utter bliss. There’s really no other feeling in the world. I loved it.
I hope everyone had a somewhat decent Monday; Happy Writing everyone!