Why I Write
So I’ve decided to give this blogging thing a go, I had been debating the idea of whether or not I should for some time and what I could possibly blog about.
I have been toying with an idea for a little while now, about my blog focus or theme and there’s an idea that will not leave me alone.
There was a book I read as a child, or was read to, called Frederick by Leo Lionni, it was a very simple child’s picture book, but it moved me.
Frederick lives in a wall with his mouse family and winter is coming. His family frantically hunts and gathers supplies for the coming winter, whereas Frederick sits on the wall and absorbs the sun’s rays and the vibrant colors of summer. His family asks him why he does not work with them in collecting supplies for winter. His answer is pretty simple.
But I do work, I collect the warm rays of the sun to see us through the winter, for the winter is long and cold and harsh. When all the food is gone we will need the warmth of the sun to see us through those long dark days.
I recently read the book again, and it touched me deeply and brought me to tears, I’m not sure why, but I think it’s why I’m a writer.
It may not be winter yet, but I have collected many memories for those cold dark days.
I intend to share some of them here, just call me Frederick!
Are there any cherished books from your childhood that resonates with you, either as a reader or a writer, or both?
I’d love to hear from you about any special book memories that you have, share your stories in the comments box below!
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