Her Mother's Face

Her Mother's Face by Roddy Doyle inspired me with a new way of thinking. Those of us who are blessed with having both parents alive and present tend to be a little bit unappreciative. Since we don't know how it feels to lack the feeling of knowing our parents, we don't notice exactly how important it is to have them.
I'm not even joking, when I got home the day I read Her Mother's Face, I hugged and kissed my mother like I've never done it before. It's amazing how much the misery of others affects the way one thinks of their life. My life is a blessing.

Other than the fact that this book made me realize that I'm such a careless and cruel teenager, it also provided me with some happiness. I got really happy when the author described Siobhan's mother to be easy going, fun spirited, and not serious. My mom is exactly the same. I don't know why that made me happy, but it did. I enjoy making connections with fictional characters.

Lifting a Line

“I never have trouble starting a piece of writing.” Beginning a story, poem, narrative, or any kind of writing should never be difficult. In my mind, beginnings don’t even exist. Let me break that down.

            Our thoughts are never ending. They are always flowing, always changing, and always present. There is no such thing as a first thought.

What is writing? A reflection of our thoughts. And our thoughts are a reflection of our own souls, which are shaped by our surroundings. There is no beginning to our surroundings, is there? So you see, when we claim to have created a beginning to a piece of writing, we are really just pouring out our individuality onto paper. We are continuing our thoughts and lengthening a line of forever growing reflections.