Thoughts from a page turner…

I have always loved to read, maybe it’s because it took me out of the reality of the little mill houses that the Pastor of the local church lived in, and becoming the knee baby when my brother was born.

I went on adventures with Sacagawea as she accompanied the Lewis and Clark Expedition acting as an interpreter and guide in their exploration of the Western United States, then when my dad bought a few of the Uncle Arthur’s Bedtime Stories I thought I had died and gone to heaven!

As an adult I began to devour the biography and autobiography of every famous person available, then I moved on to the suspense novels of John Gresham, James Patterson, the series novels of Diana Gabaldon and many others.

The walls of my bedroom are lined with bookshelves that are double and triple- stacked and now I have two Kindles and the pleasure of being able to read everything from the various versions of the Bible to obscure out of print books such as Christ in You, author unknown and others you may or may not recognize.

As I polished off the latest entrée of delicious book fare and brushed the final crumbs from my satisfied mind I began to think about why I have the need to immerse myself into all of these different thoughts and stories, when I finish one I am like a starving man looking for his next meal and I am not happy until I have another book lined up and ready for me to hit the magic little space that says “read now”.

Maybe it is something that we all feel, I just don’t mind putting it out there for you to know, anyone else agree? If you look at my life, you could say that as a caretaker of my aging parents until their deaths, keeper of the home and chef in the kitchen I just needed some outside stimulus, and you might be right. I grew up feeling that if I wasn’t able to see the whole world, all the wonderful places I had read about that I would feel claustrophobic, but as I got involved in the life of being married to a man who was starting a company, raising two children, being needed at the church as music director, counselor, leading a prayer group, in charge of getting food for the needy for the Holidays and on and on… there was no time for anything else and it seemed OK with me. Then there comes the time when you are replaced, and not always for the better, your world grows smaller and you wonder what lasting good you have actually done and what happens from now until the time you can have your own “glorious day”, that time of transition that I no longer dread.

I’ve come to a conclusion about why I read so voraciously I want to know the end of the story, pure and simple! I am sure that when an author starts to write a novel, and some have such convoluted plots that I cannot figure how a human mind can come up with all the details, they already know what the ending is going to be and they just make everything they write lead to that one ending, hopefully for me a happy one!

The young authoress that penned Jane Eyre made me a very happy reader when she ended with Rochester regaining enough of the sight in his large brown eyes to see that the face of his newborn son looked so much like himself.

None of us know how it will all end but I know this, I will continue to write my story as it happens, yes I have happy endings in mind that may never come to pass but keep on writing I will and the one thing I am very sure of is this, “And I shall see Him face to face, and tell the story saved by grace, And I shall see Him face to face, and tell the story… saved by grace.”

4 Replies to “Thoughts from a page turner…”

  1. I just found and watched a very timely and interesting movie called : The Man Who Invented Christmas.

    It’s about Charles Dickens and his experience writing A Christmas Carol.

    I did a little internet research on him, and found nearly every tidbit I’d learned featured in the movie among a lot of other stuff I presume is real and accurate.

    I tried to write a novel once. Got well over 150 pages into it. I never ended it. I got stuck, like Dickens sorta. And I must say, as he conjures up characters and they come to life, and step into his writer’s room to visit with him, I know that experience. I know the experience of telling someone I will kill them, and then of doing it. Of course, as author, I am free to bring them back if I want. I need only make some effort at believability. And what’s ironic about that is… the farther fetched I can make it, the more dramatic.

    Almost makes me like God. God in a world of MY making.

    But for some talented folx… it works. And it worked for Dickens.

    I encourage you to find this movie. I found it on Amazon Prime free movie listings. Dickens struggles to know how it ends too. And he finds out when he forgives Scrooge and helps him find redemption.

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    1. I will do that, it sounds interesting! Now go finish your novel. I would write one but they say you write about what you know and elaborate on your own experiences, in that case I wold have to wait for a lot of people to just die ha ha, can’t expose them that way!

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