As you may know I love books and I love to read. But what I love even more is writing stories. One of my dreams is to have my own book published one day.
But here’s the problem.. I haven’t written a single story for over two years. And I am really out of ideas.
So this is where you come in handy. I would like you to send me some plot lines and prompts. I promise I will look at all of them and I’ll try to come up with the bigger story.
So, if you have something you’d love me to write about or you have this idea, but you don’t know what to do with it? Then leave me a comment or send me an e-mail through email@example.com.
I would really like it if you’d send me some plot lines. And there are no boundaries, it could be about ANYTHING!
People ask us all the time how we’re doing. Although, often they don’t really care. The question is simply used as a conversation starter. They don’t really want to know how you feel, they just want your attention.
But everytime someone asks that question, I don’t know how to respond. Most of the time I’m not doing well, but I don’t want to say it. The person asking the question probably doesn’t care. So when someone asks me how I’m doing I hesitate and I don’t know what to say. Do they care, or not?
So I hesitate and tell them I’m ok. That way I know if someone cares or not. Cause if they do, they’ll notice my hesitation and they’ll see that I’m not fine. If they don’t, you can be happy about telling a lie. If they see and ask what’s wrong, then you know they are actually wondering about how you’re doing and they are interested in what you really feel.
And when that happens, you know you’re talking to a true friend.
I’ve had a few friends in my life whom I will never forget. But as everything does, some friends leave. That may be for various reasons. And sometimes they come back to us, maybe a little bit different, but true friends never really leave us.
Maybe they leave you after a huge fight and you never see them ever again. Or maybe one of you moves to the other side of the country and you don’t find the time to stay in touch. And sometimes a friend dies. And for me, that’s the worst way to lose a friend. Because you don’t know what the future might have brought you.
I am writing this while visiting two of my lost friends at the cemetery. Cause they may be dead, but my love for them will never die.
And no matter how old I am, I will visit them every year in de last week of April or the first week of May. And I will bring them three red roses.
Even though it’s been seventeen years, I will never forget about them. Cause they didn’t choose to leave…