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| BC ~ If writing is about sharing the stories that matter then designing a home is about shaping the spaces where those stories unfold. Write about this quote in your Blog entry today. While one can certainly use materialistic things in order to create ideas for writing, whether real or fictional, for me, the idea of shaping spaces in my home, refer more to home as the idea of..."Where the Heart is!" This is not to say that this cannot or should not be found within the walls of one's abode, for this certainly Should be so. However; for some of us, and for many different reasons, the walls of one's security may be found elsewhere, even if only in one's imagination. As fiction writers, this is often where we shape the walls from whence our stories unfold. At times, our walls may be built low enough for the smallest child to climb and fall to the other side. No fear whatsoever from the writer about what might tumble in after the child, or even what said child might innocently, or Not so...bring in upon their person. These things are taken in stride. Other times, our walls may be built to withstand a siege, only to crumble through an onslaught of the battering rams at its weakest point. Our walls may fall to pieces, to be built anew, depending upon the need to squeeze and strain what we desire from reality, in order to shape our characters and stories. Last year, I read one of my short stories about a young boy and his relationship with a dragon, to my 8 year old grandson. I ALWAYS speak of dragons as though they are Real. I told my grandson (about a year before this story), that there was a magical world of dragons where one could visit, but only after one learned to read. Well, after reading this short story, my grandson proved to me that he learned to read. It was up to me and my 11 year old granddaughter (who was in on this) to bring this magical world to life...even if only for a moment. We shood Grandpa and Grandson outside, while we gathered household objects that he could hold/touch/taste. He was blindfolded (as was Grandpa)...as that was the only way the dragons allowed you into their world. He pet a cantalpe (Ancient dragon's head), and ate ice cream from a large leaf as there were( ice-cream trees) in the world of dragons! While his belief lasted only moments, it was joyous to experience a child's wonder in the fictional world of the unseen. It was grandpa's imagination that Needed to be worked on...sigh! He was trying to figure it out and give it all away. |
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