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Flowers in the Attic and other Dreams. in Don't judge a book by it's cover.

  • Feb. 8, 2014, 7:15 a.m.
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When I was the littlest of little girls I wanted to grow up and be a princess. That fantasy was short lived and ended the day I told myself that I was going to be a figure skater. I have never worn a pair of ice stakes in my life. I suspect this career decision was based solely on sparkly outfits and the way the skaters on TV seems to fly through the air. I've never really had the desire to ice skate.

To this day I still want to fly.

Then when I reached my pre-teenage years I was looking around my house for a book to read. I found FLOWERS IN THE ATTIC. I all but devoured the words written on its yellowing paperback pages.

"I wish the night would end, I wish the day'd begin, I wish it would rain or snow, or the wind would blow, or the grass would grow, I wish I had yesterday, I wish there were games to play..." ~V.C. Andrews, FLOWERS...

Immediately after I finished reading, it was my deepest wish to become a ballerina. Yes. Whereas anyone else who has read this book (and is sane) tends to be turned off by that idea, my 11 yr old self was ready to jump right in! A short time later I happened to read what may be my favorite book by this author, MY SWEET AUDRINA.

"What is normal? Normal is only ordinary; mediocre. Life belongs to the rare, exceptional individual who dares to be different." ~MSA, Andrews.

It was after reading My sweet Audrina that I realized the truth. I didn't want to grow up to be a princess, or a figure skater, or even a ballerina.

I wanted to be V.C. Andrews.

Decades later that dream of what I want to be still lives inside me, waiting to be realized. It is very realized but needs to become a reality.

I want to write books. Not just any book. Rather something that reaches deep inside its reader and touches something fundamental, entwines with who they are, and effects their very being. Good or bad, this is how I will leave my mark. How I will set the world on fire.

That's what I want to be.

~M~


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