I was over at my Tumblr
, and saw this picture
and it somehow reminded me of that day when Dumbledore drops Harry off the steps of Number 4 Privet Drive, at the moment just before he touches the ground and pulls out his Put-Outer. The street reminds me of Harry Potter in a third-world setting, with close ramshackle houses and drooping electric lines.
And it somehow reminds me how much I enjoy literature and fiction, reading and writing. I think this may be the push that I need to get me on my feet again. What I need is to learn how to enjoy writing again--I haven't for a long time. Maybe going back to my absolute, most favorite story in the whole entire world will bring the magic back to me.
I want to leave a story as good as Harry Potter, as inspiring, as poignant, as life-altering. Maybe I'll start now.
Claudia and my other friends have been ridiculing my obsession with K-pop and fanfiction. Though fanfics will remain fanfics, there are actually a few good writers I admire--some for their writing talent, others for their creative minds. Writing a book is a long way into my future--I'm not sure I even see it there, but maybe i can pick up the pen again by writing fanfiction.
I'm still deciding whether to make it original fiction, though. Putting DBSK into it is so, so temptating, especially since my wayward imagination has been doing a lot of imagining lately. My brain has been unearthing plots and stories involving K-pop artists and me, and it's just so easy to get lost in such a megalomaniac pretend world.
But it is oh so tempting. And it sounds so much fun.
And hey, if fiction can't happen in real life, who says I have to limit myself in reality?