New Beginnings

I know this is an old one but I thought it was appropriate for the new year.

Don’t you love being confronted with the new? A new book, a new house, a new piece of paper. Each are so full of potential you almost don’t know what to do with it. I love being faced with a new clean sheet of paper. I could do literally anything with it. As a writer, I can make whole new worlds with a blank sheet of paper and a pencil. A new book has so many secrets you have yet to uncover, a new year holds so much potential and so many opportunities just for you. It is really amazing when you think about it all. When you wake up in the morning so many things could happen to you and the next day another whole set of new things could happen. I think if we new how many new beginnings we experience everyday of our lives, we might be brighter people.

Books

I love books. I love the way they feel in my hands; the way the sharp cut pages brush against my fingers as I flip through them, the way they smell of ink and paper I love the character they have; for none of them are the same. The way they are made is perfect for every human being. They are easy to carry in the crook of your arm, on top of your head, in your lap an so on. They seem to be made for cuddling with, for sleeping with, for stacking things with, they are the perfect companions for a long day alone. They don’t talk back or make you do things, they just tell you stories with rich enticing words.

Have you ever felt that when you open a book, beautiful and wonderful words and worlds and people come spilling out? Or perhaps when you open a book the rest of the world melts away leaving you in the world that the book holds within? Its as if the book is casting a spell over you, and holding you in. I love it.