June 7, 2011- Making a comeback…

     Okay, so yesterday, I spent almost the entire day with my nose stuffed in a book.  I started it first thing in the morning after breakfast, took a break for lunch and cleaning up at the beach shack, then read again in the sun, and finally on the plane back to Kwaj and until bed time, which I knew would be when I finished my reading. I haven’t read a book in one day in a very long time. Mostly, I don’t have the opportunity to do so, but it’s also very rare that I find a book that holds my attention that strongly that I cannot put it down for a day or two until I have more time to focus on it.  The book is called, “Sarah’s Key,” and it is a fictional story based around the historical event of the French “roundup” of Jewish families during WWII, whole families who were taken to a concentration camp briefly and at which time children were separated from their parents, then after a couple of weeks, all of them were taken to a death camp in Poland, with only those who actually escaped the camps surviving.  I’ve read stories of WWII many times before, but this one took me totally into another world and touched me deeply as I read.  It linked the world of a journalist in this decade to a one of the survivors of the roundup in 1942, and it made me want to write again. 
     I am not very good at writing fiction, but if I could write like the author I read all day yesterday, I would be doing so now.  I do love to write, almost more than anything else in the world, but it is a tough business. I have never been able to find a way in for myself, but it does not lessen my desire to continue writing, even if it’s just for me.  I don’t know for sure if my passion for writing has any true purpose or will ever be anything other than a “blog,” which is nothing more than my thoughts day in and day out, certainly not anything all that profound or interesting to most, but if I ever had the opportunity to effect some sort of positive change in the world or even in the personal life of a everyday woman, man, or child like myself, I would take it in a second, and it would be worth every word and every minute spent agonizing over those words to get them just right.  Words are in my blood. Writing is my lifeline.  I don’t know where I’d be without it, and reading a book like the one yesterday that can hold me attention all day right up until the end, inspires me to keep going, to keep doing what I love, even if it never amounts to anything more than it is now…just one blog out of a million.  Thanks for reading…