Wouldn't it be nice? To grab a butterfly net, an Ernest Hemingway vest and a Dr. Livingstone hat and go in search of our next great story? To go wandering over hill and valley, through deepest jungle, tangled vines, traverse across snow covered peaks and through misty woods, every seeking the elusive "Once upon a time...".
If only it was that easy.
Stories float about in our heads day and night. If you're like me, you always have a new idea wandering around. Do you tap it on the shoulder, invite it in for tea? Do you trap it, unsuspecting with a box propped up with a stick and a ream of paper underneath? Do you scream in terror when it taps on your window pane in the night? It's easy to get distracted. It's easy to push them away. "Not now," you say, "I'm already too busy!"
But the idea is waiting. It's longing to be loved. All it desires is to be taken in, given a warm bed in a file folder, and a promise that, even if it takes a hundred years, it will not be forgotten. Most of them have no plans for stardom. They don't wish to be Harry Potter, Sherlock Holmes or Jo March. Some of them only wish to be a shop at the corner, a street name, or a dessert in a scene under the stars. There are some that desire to be mountains, or small covered bridges, or the sword held between the hands of the reluctant knight.
What ideas are swarming above you? Are you welcoming them with open arms? Have you ever been picked up by them and carried away? I know I have...in fact, I'm waiting with my hands outstretched, above my head.
Story time, take me away!!!
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