The Beginning
October 25, 2006
My love for the printed word goes way back, so far back that I can’t even remember when it all started. What I remember is holding a book in my hands and getting lost in it. The journey towards the reading process started slowly, learning all the letters and how to make sense of them took quite a while and many smacks over the head for being too slow to comprehend them. After the initiation into” letterland” was over, a new world was mine. I could see (and still can) all the characters playing their role in the story and to each of them I gave more than just a tiny part of me. I was Cinderella, Wendy, Captain Nemo, Juliet and Scherezade and I’ve traveled all over the world and seen its wonders.
When I am not reading I’m thinking about books and new adventures, longing for the familiar feeling of holding a book in my hands again.
Fear has kept me back from writing for a long time, for every time a new thought knocked timidly in a tiny corner of my mind, I would push it back thinking it unworthy of being brought to life. Then I realized that I could live in fear no longer, so I started to write and breathe life into the words and thoughts that came to me.
- August 14, 2005 -
Comments (2):
The Voices in my Head:
Naughty Pilgrim, I thought this was a post about muzik...but you are saved by this: "I could see (and still can) all the characters playing their role in the story and to each of them I gave more than just a tiny part of me. I was Cinderella, Wendy, Captain Nemo, Juliet and Scherezade and I’ve traveled all over the world and seen its wonders. " I have used almost this same description to people who wonder how I can devour a rather large book in just a few hours. I tell them it is like a movie playing in my head. I can smell the smells of a delightful story where a dusty old attic is the background and feel the flutter of excitement of a heroine seeing her beloved after an absence. I desperately love reading...and I suppose that is why I love writing. I want to take someone on a journey of my own choosing... Come back to www.Muzikalmafia.com soon...(fair link exchange and all that...) *smile*
Envirowarrior:
I like this blog/post. Yes, reading was like that for me too - even harder as English was my second language, but I got there in the end... I've got to dash, but I'll be back to read more, for sure. Lilla...
We all have stories to tell. Sometimes we bring them forth and sometimes we keep them buried. Here are my stories. I hope you will enjoy reading them as much as I enjoyed writing them. 
