Inspired

Last night I had this really odd dream, I was training as a diver, plummeting into dark water, and it only counted when i plunged as far down as I could possibly go. The only problem was it was a brick enclosure, and I was afraid I would hit my face if I fell to far, just a really strange dream.

So on to another topic, I thought inspiration would be a good one to discuss today. What inspires you?
I know what inspires me in my writing, and in life. Its moments, the other night the husband and I were watching movie trailers, something we do a lot. Well he never wanted to watch The fighter, Im not sure why, maybe Mark Wahlberg spoiled a few to many movies for him. (The other guys, the happening), don't get me wrong I love Mark Wahlberg, as a kid I had a massive crush on him. (Fear, Basketball Diaries, The big hit, Marky Mark and the Funky bunch etc...) so anyways we watch the trailer and there is this one scene that is still stuck in my mind, and with the help of links I hope to be able to just share it with everyone this scene when he tells his brother "You ain't me....." it was powerful, something that instantly made me want to see the movie, words are magic to my ears, they really can paint any kind of picture they want to. When I watch tv, or a movie and the actor is delivering an emotionally charged line, one that puts me on edge, makes me cry, its brillant. I love feeling someone else's emotions, its an andrenaline rush, great movies, book and music can do that. If I was able to sit here all day I could come up with all my favorites, so I think I will make a seperate blog and do just that.

The moment

The moment I knew I wanted to be an author was when I was eleven. I was always the kid who used their imagination more then any physcial objects. I remember running through my back yard making up stories (ok more like musicals) and not a single toy in hand. Just my imagination creating this whole world that only i could see, and it was fun. And then I tried writing plays because I wanted to just do dialouge of characters nothing more, but I felt like that wasn't enough. So I started cutting out magazine clippings of people that resembled my characters, I needed to see more of what these ideas looked like. Sometimes the only outlet I had for expression was my writing as a kid, I won't deny I had a lot of issues going on in my mind. And writing let out my feelings of anger, sadness etc. It really made me feel so much better. And as I got older I continued to write out my feelings, I grew up and sailed away from writing for awhile. But something simple brought me back, and now writing to me is fun,poetic, expressive and awesome (lol). When you are a part of this crazy world you find it so easy to write, when you really feel strongly about a passion you will do anything to make it happen. Writing to me is what I was meant to do, and I will continue to bust my a%* to keep doing what I love. Everyone should do what they love...what do you love?