Imagine...

One of my friends recently did a very interesting post.  (Actually all of his posts are interesting, you should really go read his blog.)

But his post and the fact that I've been re-reading The Lord of the Rings series, (just finished the Two Towers today) reminded me of how things were about 4 or 5 years ago...

I used to be so much more imaginative!

I read and read and read...  I would read the same books over and over again. Fall in love with the characters. I cried over them and laughed over them and dreamed about them when I slept. The book world was my world practically.  My book world was more real sometimes than real life. 

I would have given anything to be able to join their world.  To live among hobbits or elves. To see the things in my books with more than just my imagination.

I think I was a little unhealthy.  I started with the Hobbit and read through to The Return of the King and then started on the Hobbit again.  All the while keeping up a steady diet of Narnia, Series of Unfortunate Events, Watership Down, and anything else I could get my hands on. I've read every single fairy tale from every nationality and all the variants of them.

I'm not really sure why I stopped. Maybe because my Mom made me stop reading during the day or because now reality is better than fantasy.

But it's starting to reawaken in me. I think it's because I'm finding art that I actually love. Also because I have music, real music that moves you. Also because over the last year my dreams have been so fantastical. Sometimes even when they're bad dreams I almost don't want to wake up because I want to know how they end. Actually parts of some of my dreams are what inspired my story that I'm working on.

There's just so much out there to imagine...  One book that I've been meaning to read over again is The Never-ending Story.  I'd grown up on the movie and thought it was ok.  But then... I read the book and it was spectacular.  I'm not sure if I'd still think so but it was amazing...  It inspired me so much.

The problem with me is that I do have a vivid imagination.  And I get inspired so easily and so hard.  I get these needs to do something with it.  But I am not majorly talented in anything.  I can sing sort of, draw barely, write I think, and play the piano a little.

I need to write something that makes people feel the way that Daniel said.  Maybe that's aiming a little high...  I think it's because I've gotten so much from books and from my fictional friends that I need to create some of my own for other people to love.  And I could... if only I knew how to get it out. I get all these inspirations and ideas and pictures in my head but I don't have the skill to do any of the things in my head.  So it just gets all pent up and frustrated.

Yeah, I'm not really sure where this post was going...

I think I've just been inspired by Harry Potter 7 Part 2...

But imagine... a world

with fairies...


Princesses


Invisible cloaks


wizards!


Giant eagles, unicorns, talking animals, magic carpets, wishing wells, wands, magic harps, poisoned apples, pixie dust, elves...  It goes on forever and ever and ever.

In The Neverending Story they say that the land of Fantastica, (the world of imagination and stories) has no borders. You can never come to the edge of it. It goes forever and ever. But when people lose their imagination The Nothing eats away at it leaving absolutely nothing in it's place. Not even a hole.

So... I am going to go to bed right now and imagine.  Imagine a whole world and a whole cast of intricate characters.

Goodnight!