A Writer s Tale - Original Writing - 1400 Words

A Writer’s Tale I was doing it again, but I couldn’t help it. Even since I found out I could evade my bedtime by claiming I had to use the bathroom, I would stay in there for hours, reading a book that I found could not wait until tomorrow. So there I was, sitting on the toilet with the lid clamped shut. A book was in my hands, it was slightly hard to read because my hair would cascade around my hunched over form and block the florescent light. I carried on reading, occasionally tossing my hair around when it became too much of nuisance. Eventually, I came to the last page of the book, previously being fifty pages behind when I first came into the bathroom. I read the last page at a languid place, finding this speed†¦show more content†¦I have always felt this way, nothing seemed to be able to compare to the feeling I would get when I would read a book. There was no subject more ensnaring than a couple of well-placed sentences that could have my imagination chu rning for hours. That brings me to my thoughts that have recently been revolving around how I love to read. Reading was, and is, an indescribable experience to me, sure, there are some books that I wouldn’t take to, but when I do, it’s like the stars align. It gives me an identity to cling to and something to do because I know that I was a person who was more of a fan of mental activity over, shall we say, physical activity. Moving on, finishing this book was pretty monumental to me because not only was I a book closer to finishing my favorite series, but I was also finding out just how much more I would love to be a writer. I know, totally out of this world. I had never heard of a family member of mines who loved to write, and if I had to choose a particular calling for most of us, I’d probably say it was singing. Not that I hate singing, hitting the right note is always a satisfying experience, but there is nothing else in this world that I have known to be mo re placating and natural to me than reading a book or writing a new story. I’ve felt this way for a couple of months, and now I just feel like I’m absolutely meant to be a writer. Let me tell you something, a few weeks ago, I had to