Did you know that you can track your pizza delivery from Dominos now? With cute animated pizza guy and everything. Like I needed something else to distract me!
Between that and Pottermore…
Some books, I wish I could experience again for the first time. I wish I could experience all of Narnia again, A Wrinkle In Time, Skinny Legs and All, Tam Lin, and the first Harry Potter book. And Slummy Mummy, because I laughed out loud at that book more times than you need to know.
Pottermore (and yes, I was sorted into Gryffindor, though I expected Hufflepuff) is bittersweet because even though JK Rowling writes for it, the adventure is over and no matter how many potions you get to make, Harry, Ron, and Hermoine have long left the building. I like to think we’d all have been friends. I like to think the Pevensies, the Murrys and I would all have gotten on–I always thought my dearest elementary school friend was exactly like Meg Murry, so I loved Meg Murry all the more.
Yesterday, I was thinking back to how I got started writing. I can’t remember a time I wasn’t making up stories for my own entertainment. When forced to lie down for naps, I would tell myself stories–frequently involving Mr. Spock ending up as my guardian, since he was a favorite. Then, when I was in 3rd grade, a friend introduced me to fanfiction, and it wasn’t long before I was crossing over Battlestar Galactica with Star Blazers. –That’s an easy way to go to practice writing. No character development required. You only have to work out the plot. Or, in my case, work out how live action could cross over with anime.
Maybe if I am ever a famous writer, Leonard Nimoy and Dirk Benedict will find out how instrumental they were to my development and–well, that’s not ladylike writing, and Leonard Nimoy might not be limber enough at this stage of the game.
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