Sunday, October 24, 2010

I live. I wish. I dream. I write.

I live.  I wish.  I dream.  I write.  That means that roughly 75% of the time I am the absolute ruler of my world.  And believe you me, it is my very own world.

Or worlds, actually.  Plural.  Writers are creators, though not all of our creations show up in our writing.  Let me tell you about one of my worlds.

In this world of mine, people really care.  Simple things are simple, and hard things are hard.  Everybody tries.  Everyone is good at something.  Failures are for learning and improving and keeping perspective, not for leaving scars.

The skies are blue, the rivers wide, the earth soft under your bare feet.  Each of the four seasons has its own distinctive beauty.  Even rainy days are good days.

Nothing in this world is quite as beautiful as a full moon lighting up a night walk through a scattering of fresh fallen leaves.  Unless it's the sight of the first crocus poking its head up through an early spring snow.  Or a Canada goose, wings straining to cup the air, coming in for a full-stall landing.  Or a bite of a red-delicious apple.  Or a cloud shot through with the sun.  Or a thousand-thousand other things.

In my world, everyone misunderstands once in a while, so everyone knows what it's like to be misunderstood.  People do noble things because they seem right, without knowing or caring how others will interpret those actions.  They hold doors open for each other, use their turn signals, smile at passers-by, and yield to pedestrians in crosswalks.

Things are what they seem, at least if you look hard enough and deep enough.  Evil exists here, because without evil there's no rallying point for good, and even in my world, good needs to be rallied now and then.  Evil may sometimes attempt to clothe itself in the guise of good, but good has no use for masquerades.

And in my world, the wait-staff are always in a good mood, all dogs are friendly (or at least willing to negotiate), the produce is always first-rate, and children's shoelaces stay tied all by themselves.

Because even in my world, it's the little things, you know?


  1. Your world sounds like a beautiful place. Do children listen to their parents and clean their rooms? Do husbands appreciate their wives...and wives their husbands? Is dinner always homemade and ready by six? If so, I'd like to live there!

  2. Sounds like you're making your own world, one I wouldn't mind spending some time in. Have at it!