I sometimes get emotional in bookstores.
There. I said it.
Today, I went to Deseret Book. There is just something about that place that makes me feel like a kid in a candy store--an overpriced candy store, but that's a different story. I walked down every isle, some twice, staring at the crisp, yummy smelling books. Sometimes I imagine that one of those books is mine... my contribution to society. I picture my name at the bottom of the front cover in that bumpy, embossed way that sticks out from the dust jacket. Stacy M. Brady. Or maybe S.M. Brady. That must feel super cool to walk past a display of books and see your name.
It's secretly a very real wish of mine to become an author. I think it's supposed to happen too, because I have these characters living inside my head. (I should never blog at night because I sound like a schizophrenic. Pa!) I'm serious though. (But don't worry... they don't talk to me or anything.) I daydream about it constantly. It's just like what Sister Mary Clarence told Lauren Hill's character in Sister Act II:
I hear ya Sister! Anyhow, there's really no point to this post. I came home, told my husband that I almost cried again at a bookstore (luckily this time a concerned salesperson didn't look at me like I was crazy and ask if I needed any "assistance"... but Joe did), and now I'm blogging, hoping to feel some form of validation. The End.
There. I said it.
Today, I went to Deseret Book. There is just something about that place that makes me feel like a kid in a candy store--an overpriced candy store, but that's a different story. I walked down every isle, some twice, staring at the crisp, yummy smelling books. Sometimes I imagine that one of those books is mine... my contribution to society. I picture my name at the bottom of the front cover in that bumpy, embossed way that sticks out from the dust jacket. Stacy M. Brady. Or maybe S.M. Brady. That must feel super cool to walk past a display of books and see your name.
It's secretly a very real wish of mine to become an author. I think it's supposed to happen too, because I have these characters living inside my head. (I should never blog at night because I sound like a schizophrenic. Pa!) I'm serious though. (But don't worry... they don't talk to me or anything.) I daydream about it constantly. It's just like what Sister Mary Clarence told Lauren Hill's character in Sister Act II:
"If when you wake up in the mornin' and you can't think of anything but singin' first... then you're supposed to be a singer. Girl."
I hear ya Sister! Anyhow, there's really no point to this post. I came home, told my husband that I almost cried again at a bookstore (luckily this time a concerned salesperson didn't look at me like I was crazy and ask if I needed any "assistance"... but Joe did), and now I'm blogging, hoping to feel some form of validation. The End.
4 comments:
Go for it Stacie!!! You would be a great author. I would read your book. I would love to write a book too. Something fantasy is more on my level with MC Jones on the book cover. Oh yeah... Got you back girl. You would make a great author :)
I would definitely buy/ read/ love any book you write.
And I love the Sister Act II reference. You and that movie go hand in hand in my book. "Oh happy day..."
Yes, you would be great!
And now I will admit it too: every night before I fall asleep, I lay in bed making up stories. I always have about 4 or 5 I am "working on" at one time, so if one stories bores me, I can just go to the next one.
At least we can be looney together!
You crack me up. With how entertaining your blog is, you could write a VERY CAPTIVATING book. :) I'd even buy it. :)
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