It's 1:17 am and I'm waiting for the fiance to return with my calzone. I only put Israel to bed an hour ago after coercing her with cold spaghetti and a back rub--two of her favorite things aside from watching Nim's Island and eating peanut butter and jelly.
While rocking her to sleep, I watched Stand by Me on Netflix and remembered why to me, it will always be my most favorite movies. I think it was brilliant in a simple ways that movies really aren't anymore. I think Stephen King's writing is phenomenal, I really do. It's what I aspire to. Books and works that span over decades--things that you will always remember even when you have grandchildren.
Who remembers the part when Gordy and Vern and Chris and Teddy were in the woods and they waded through that creek and when they came out, they had leeches all over them? Or the part when Gordy told the story of Lard Ass who got everyone back at the pie eating contest by making everyone throw up all over one another.
Classic. Perfect. I remember watching this movie when I was a little kid and I've never gotten tired of seeing it.
After everything is said and done, after all the querying and editing and rejections and staying up late staring at your screen--after all the writer's blocks and blogging and writing conventions--why is it that you write? Sometime all those things seem to take the fun out of it.
And then, you remember that you love it. That you get to tell a story the way YOU see it and it's yours. It's all yours. And...it makes you happy.
What I would give to be a 12 year old kid again, exploring the world and being full of ideas and my most pressing thought of the day being:
"If Mickey's a mouse, and Donald's a duck and Pluto's a dog...what the hell is Goofy?"
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