Yesterday I took a look at the freshly pressed blogs and came across one asking the question, “What Should Come First, the Movie or the Book?” As I began to write my answer to that question I immediately became inspired to write again! It’s been over two weeks since I’ve written anything because I had stress induced writer’s block, but I’M BACK!!! So I decided to blog my story of how I became inspired to read novels again.
I got married at the very young age of 20 in March of 2002. Less than a year later I was pregnant with my first child. I had always been the type of person to work two or three jobs depending on how great my bills were, and after my son was born I worked my little butt off to help my husband keep the bills in check. Unfortunately my greatest hobby had to be put on the backburner, reading. I started reading novels when I was 8 years old. My cousins were visiting my grandmother’s house and they wanted to stay up late and watch a movie called “It”. I had no clue what it was but they told me it was a scary movie and I was immediately interested. My grandmother is a Jehovah’s Witness, which means those types of movies weren’t allowed in her household. Being kids that were determined to watch what we wanted to watch, we snuck out into the living room late at night and watched it anyway…or at least we tried to. Not very long into the movie at all (right after the first child was killed) my grandmother woke up and turned the television off yelling at us the whole time. I thought I would never get to see that movie after that.
Well, not too long after that I was with my other grandmother at garage sales and I came across a book (a very thick book) for $.25 called “It”. I picked it up and read the back of it, and it sounded like it was scary. I asked the person running the garage sale if that book was the same as a scary movie that I had previously attempted to watch, and she said it was. I excited ran over to my grandmother and begged her for a quarter so I could get this book and read it. If I couldn’t watch it on tv, I would at least get to read about it. She gave me my quarter and I almost died from the excitement. I don’t remember how long it took me to read the book, but I immediately started to read it (with a dictionary next to me) and loved every single minute of it. Every weekend after that I began to go to all the garage sales with my grandmother and look for this Stephen King person that wrote the book I was currently reading. Almost every weekend I came home with at least one more book I could read by Stephen King. Carrie, Cujo, The Stand, Dolores Claiborne and so many others. That is how I began my love affair with novels and reading.
A love affair that abruptly ended the day I decided to get married and have babies. From 2002 to 2008 I barely read any new novels. I never stopped buying them, but the ones I had just sat and collected dust on my bookshelf because I had no time to read them. Well, I always thought I had no time to read them. I was not married to the greatest man and he spent a lot of time ignoring me for video games, or being rude to me, or calling me names. I took my cousin to Borders one day because she wanted to buy the last book to some series by a new Author called Stephenie Meyer. It turned out that I had the authors first three books on my shelf collecting dust so I figured I could buy the last one and read them all when I had the time. Then she told me she heard they were being made into movies. I have always been the type of person to read the book before I watched the movie. Movies are never able to capture the details that are put into books, so I like to read the book first and get a picture in my head of how I think the story should be acted out. So I said I would try my best to at least read the first book before it was turned into a movie, and then I would eventually read the rest.
I went home and pulled all my books off my bookshelf so that I could search for Twilight, which she told me was the first book. Hours later I found myself back at my bookshelf desperate searching for New Moon and Eclipse. As soon as I picked up Twilight and started reading it I was unable to put it down until I was finished with it. Three days later I was done with the series and feeling very lost without something to read. I look at my bookshelf and didn’t want to read anything on it. I found myself back at Borders roaming around the Young Adult section looking for authors similar to Stephenie Meyer. I came across another woman that had just finished the Twilight books and wanted to read Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. She saw me standing there looking confused and asked me what was wrong. I told her I had just finished the Twilight series and was desperately searching for something else to read to fill the void. She suggested Harry Potter to me. That was a series I had never been interested in at all, but she guaranteed me that I would love it. So I bought the Sorcerer’s Stone and went home to read it. She was right, I loved it. So there began my love affair again, one that I have no walked away from since the day I picked up Twilight.
I guess my question is, do you often find yourself not doing the one thing you love to do because you think you have no time? If so, what is it and do you think you could try to make more time for it?