You can't catch me...

I love to write. I always have, although it started with simply writing my emotions down, when I was younger. (My teenage diary is a vision of hysterics and drama, let me tell you.) But it was the only voice I could give them within my world. But I am not going to go into what my world consisted of, at that time.

I write little stories all the time. Mostly, just short jaunts into someone elses world. Sometimes, they have an incredible comparison to my own. But it is an escape nonetheless. Perhaps it is to just work through something I am feeling. It helps to see how my character might handle the same emotion or circumstance.

Ok...enough of that. I have been wanting to do a writing project with my daughter for some time. Well, a couple, actually. One is for us to each go out with our cameras. Take photos of our day, and then come home to write about what we saw, how it made us feel, and then compare our stories. I was planning on doing this, when me and Rach get to go to the beach. But ya know...I am not sure when I am going to get to take this trip. So...

My other, is to write a children's book with her. The characters would be her 3 favorite stuffed animals. She is going on eleven and still tucks them in at night. They talk with each other and have adventures. I think it would be awesome to put these adventures of hers, into a series of books. I have talked with her about it, and she likes the idea. Apparently, Cupcake the Dog, Cuddles the Bear and Charlie the Giraffe, like it too.

I have been thinking a lot today about the books I would read to her daily throughout the past ten years...and some, we read still. The memories they bring back to me. Our special moments together, laughing The Stinky Cheese Man, singing 'Possum Come a Knockin' and sharing Mama Do You Love Me?. They are more than just goodhearted childrens books. They are like the pictures that adorn my home. Those of Rachel spinning on the grassy clearing Where's My Teddy?, smiling pretty and posed in her school backgrounds Custard the Dragon, standing at the waterfalls with her friends Sheep in a Jeep...They hold a priceless The Tale of The Three Trees, sentimental value that cannot be replaced or recreated. Between the pages, are hours of a life Can't You Sleep Little Bear?, that I hold as the most important.