The Not So Fantastic Reality:
The above story was inspired by the following tidbits I encountered today:
ONE: Inevitably, it happens. The demands of life, in particular my vow to write everyday, comes head-to-head with another passion of mine- the simple pleasure of reading a good book. I’m about half way into The Poisonwood Bible, by Barbara Kingsolver, and as I delve deeper into the story and the lives of the characters I am finding it increasingly difficult to attend to any of the other tasks I had every intention of completing today. For better or worse, I become so engrossed, so fascinated by the story that the events of my own life, boring by comparison, seem wafer-thin and inconsequential. It’s not only the story I become enraptured with, it’s the voice of the author, the techniques she uses to pull me in, the crafting of beautiful sentences and employment of exotic words that excite me and require my immediate search for their definition. To know that there exists people (and women!) who can write in such a way is truly inspiring. My imagination feels as if it has been cracked open and in a rush, the juices have spilled out into the crooks and crannies of the rest of my sometimes ho-hum life. It’s strange to me that my goal of writing each day feels as if it sometimes comes between me and my passion (more like need) to lose myself in a world of someone else’s words. Usually these two past times go hand-in-hand but lately then seem like squabbling siblings, each vying for a little more of “mama’s” time. So, I threw them both in the ring today, to see who would come out on top and win a little more of my time. Reading won. So please excuse me, the Congo is calling.
Love & Squirrels.