Saturday, February 05, 2011

Reading for Life

I have been reading voraciously since I was four years old. I distinctly remember the first word I read. It was d-o-o-r. I still remember the brilliant flash of the moment when I realized combining the sounds of those letters meant the same thing as the wooden-paneled door between the kitchen and hallway of our old farm house on Bunn Road, south-west of Jonesville, Michigan. Looking back it is entirely appropriate that my first understood written word was 'door'. Books have provided me a multitude of doors; doors to knowledge, enjoyment and perhaps most poignantly, escape. I have had a pretty decent life so far, but there have been some terrible patches. One surcease from the pain of those times, when I was physically trapped in grim reality, was reading. It never failed to bring me a measure of ease when I swam into the story and left the harshness behind. By the time I surfaced I was able to face the ugliness again, for a while. It still brings peace, and escape from physical pain although I have some other tools ready at hand that also help. Knitting is one of them, the repetitive motion goes a long way toward softening the bad days. When I am caught up in designing, the rest of the world fades away. And sometimes when I write, the words flow and grow bright between me and the rest the world for a time.
Books however are my first  love, the first time I discovered my mind can take me anywhere the author leads. I think that is why my deepest dream is to write fiction, preferably genre fiction with a kick-butt heroine, fantastic danger, some laughs, and always, always a happy ending. The authors I depended upon for release and relief of stress and painful parts of my life gave me so much, it seems natural to desire to give back and hope some future reader will also be able to find escape, relief and maybe even some perspective from something I write.
Since starting this blog, and even more now  that I am writing reviews almost every day I have felt my skill growing. I feel ready to tackle the first of the books living inside me.Whether it  is published or not, I think I owe it to myself to try.


KatherineR said...

Absolutely! Go for it!

Write on!

morewithles said...

I can totally relate to everything you said - about reading, about writing, about that primal desire to write a novel (I have tried & failed twice and settled on journalism as a profession to somewhat satisfy the desire) and about knitting. Oh, and I just finished a great book: Unbroken by Laura Hillenbrand, who suffers from profound chronic fatigue syndrome yet manages to write can't-put-it-down stories.

AlisonH said...

Perfect next step. Yes!

prpltrtl946 said...

I feel the same way about books!! They are my great escape from almost everything...but I don't have a book to write. I express my artistic urges through other outlets...3 dimentional mostly.

Your words have been very helpful in my struggle with pain issues.
Thank you!! 8*)

Lynx said...

Free proofreading available at my house. ☺