As you lovely dancers are perfectly aware, this blog is about dance. Lots and lots of dancing and dance-related fun. Because, you know, dancing is right up there with breathing and smiling and living. It’s that important.
However, as you are also aware, I’m a huge fan of reading, which has been made apparent in previous random posts. I’m still inching my way through Rick Riordan’s The House of Hades, gobbling up my allotted two chapters a day (talk about a mini heart attack this morning, when that wind bomb blew up in Piper’s hands…).
HOWEVER (Yeesh, me and this word!), I have never really expressed my passion for writing. I guess I’ve always just assumed that I didn’t need to, since, after 203 blog posts, it’s more of a fact than an assumption. So, I’m going to go at this like a winner and just say:
I love to write.
I have tons of incomplete short stories and manuscripts, and I’m proud of it, too! When I get a good idea, I write it down, and when I get bored, I move right along through all of my other ideas, searching for one to add on to. Because stories are really just ideas. All of the characters and settings and plot lines that people have come to adore? Those all began with an idea. And thank God for people like Shannon Hale, Catherine Gilbert Murdock, Heather Vogel Fredrick, Suzanne Collins, Rick Riordan, Wendelin Van Draanen, Margaret Sidney and Noel Streatfeild, who, like me, responded to those ideas. One day, like them, I hope to hand my ideas off to people like me, whose love of reading is so outlandish, they tend to forget…