So I got bored with my ordinary life the other day and decided to write a book.
As I told you in my previous blog, our computer was down and I had a small chunk of free time to waste. I thought I'd check out Stephenie Meyer's "Breaking Dawn", but I realized it is the last book of a series of four and decided I had best start at the beginning.
So I read "Twilight".
I devoured it.
All five-hundred-and-some-odd pages.
In one sitting.
And the next evening I bought the second book.
And stayed up all night to read it.
And then I had to get up and go back to my ordinary boring life. I had to get the kids up, make lunches and fix breakfast, drive to school, shop, cook, remind everyone of their after school schedules, and so on. But my ordinary life wasn't working for me so well anymore. I had this insatiable desire to keep reading.
The next book wasn't in my meager budget until the next payday, a week and a day away. So after a few days I started asking coworkers if any of them had read the series and would anyone please, please, please loan me the book. One had a daughter who had read the books and she would see if the daughter would let me borrow them. Hooray!!
But it never happened. The books were on their way around Oregon. The daughter loaned them to a friend who read them and loaned them to a friend who did the same. their last known whereabouts were somewhere in Eugene. I was not likely to get them anytime soon.
So I broke my budget. Oh, the guilt. But oh, the ecstacy! I had the book in my hot little hands and....
Oh, yeah...I'm going to write a book. (And take my kids to see the Twilight movie!)
I finished reading all four books in the "Twilight" series, then started on "The Hunger Games". All this reading got me to thinking that it might be fun to try writing my own book.
I would have to come up with a plot (certainly not vampires - that's already been done) and a setting (I thought of a few places in Oregon that would make good backdrops) and maybe I could just fill in the rest.
I've been playing with ideas all week and running them past my husband and kids to see if they would read a book like mine. I don't know if they are just saying yes because they like me, but I'll take it as an encouraging sign and keep developing the story. I am quite surprised by how all the pieces are starting to fit together.
Maybe someday I will finish it and someone will read it. I would be happy even if it was just my family.
