Emotion and Creation

I fail at getting this in before midnight. I was reading. It's relevant. Allow me to explain.

I've been rereading the Harry Potter books and rediscovering my love of every little detail Jo has so lovingly put into her work. In the space of an hour this evening, I giggled, smirked, was breathless, cried, and was grateful. When I finished the last paragraph, (In which, oddly enough Harry thinks about being thankful for his friends.) I just hugged the book to my chest and curled up in the big armchair I was sitting in. I didn't move for about five minutes. I just had this beautiful feeling of peace and so much love for this thing that a woman from England created so many years ago. I didn't want to break that feeling.

That's what I'm grateful for as I go to bed tonight. It's about Harry, of course, but it's a lot more than that. It's knowing that as a writer, I may be able to one day create something that makes someone feel as much as I did tonight, reading Order of the Phoenix for the 12th time (or something like that.) I have all these ideas rolling around in my head that could become something great. When (I'm choosing to say when, not if.) it happens, I know it won't be easy, and I know it probably will come with its share of expletive filled evenings spent trying very hard not to take a bat to my computer, but I will create something. And I am truly, truly grateful that I have this ability. I am grateful for those people in my life who have encouraged, critiqued, and taught me. And tonight, as I go to sleep, I am immensely grateful to Jo Rowling for reminding me just how powerful a book can be.

So, goodnight blog readers. I leave you with this decidedly less serious thought from Fred Weasley.

"Give her hell from us, Peeves!"