i would write {sunday scribblings}
The books I would write...
I would write a book about a little girl who packs up a backpack with Anne of Green Gables, a peanut butter and strawberry jelly sandwich, her favorite stuffed dog, a thermos of apple juice, crayons, and a notebook. She sets off into the woods behind her house, knowing a grand adventure awaits.
I would write a book about a young woman who finds herself living in Paris at 20. Alone. Scared. Riding her bicycle to the little bookshop where she works, her long brown braids blowing in the wind behind her. In chapter 2, she, of course, meets an older man who will eventually break her heart and lead her to the realization that she can only be happy if she first looks in the mirror at her own reflection, alone. In the last chapter, she will meet him. The one. The first person to take care of her and give her space. At the same time.
I would write a book about a mermaid who swims with the whales in the warm blue water off the coast of Maui. And each summer, when her friends leave her for the cooler waters of Alaska, she weeps. Her tears become the sea glass that washes up on shores around the world. And when human women pick up this glass, they feel a deep connection to its opaque color and smooth texture and an undercurrent of understanding that they are not alone of their journey.
But the book I would write,
the one that is living inside my soul right now,
the one that grows and takes a breath with each beat of my heart,
the one I would write would begin something like this:
The room was quiet except for the clip clop of the pink flip flops I wore on my feet. My mother had questioned me when I walked out to the car, "Are those the only shoes your brought with you?" "I don't think she'll notice," I had replied. She was on the far side of the room, and as I saw her there, I remember having the thought, "this is what love feels like." I suddenly had clarity and love was no longer an indescribable feeling. In that moment, walking up to her, I knew that this is what it is to love someone and know that person has a piece of your heart. And as stood there and looked at her I also knew that this is what is feels like to have your heart broken. The blinders were ripped off, quickly like a blast of cold, air rolling across Lake Michigan in winter. My heart cracked open. My soul would be forever changed.
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liz lamoreux
Reader Comments (29)
This is so beautiful Liz, this is a book i would want to read. the story from your heart - it's so special, it needs to be written... Sx
Wow, excellent Liz! I too would totally read these books.
Beautiful imagery in these!
a.
Great post. Write 'em!
That last paragraph is gorgeous, Liz. How heartbreaking to have that moment of clarity about feeling and understanding love, because of the perspective of loss. And the flip-flop comment sets up another relationship in such an offhand but important way. Great job! And I love all the other ideas too. Write away!
fantastic story ideas and the opening paragraph is so moving. write on!
Liz, this is gorgeous! The story from your heart and the others - I'd read them all! Thanks for this beautiful post.
Wow! What great stories...a beautiful blending of fantasy and reality...definitely books that would line my shelves...especially the young woman in Paris!
Love to you,
TD
that is a great beginning of a story; i also like the one about the girl and the backpack.
yes, i love all of these ideas, too. cozy, magical, emotional stories to snuggle up with...
Beautiful writing....
I know that blast of cold air rolling off Lake Michigan. Reading your words made me shiver with sadness yet I felt the strand of hope too.
I also want to know more about the little girl, she sounds very interesting.
I didn't know you had all these books inside you waiting to spill out! That first paragraph is so moving Liz-keep writing it (and then, of course, do SHArE it!)
And if she DID notice...you KNOW she SMILED and WINKED. :-)
That paragraph has me itching to know who the loved one is, and what the story is.
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You know, I would read everyone of these. But I am most intrigued with the girl in Paris. Those stories of life lessons and growth. And it had me wondering, were these all you in some way?
Thanks for leading me here with your comment on my scribble today. ;)
:)
Oh...don't stop...keep going!
Wonderfully talented how your words flow and fill in spaces...don't stop!
Lovely - I really want to read your book about the mermaid!
I want to read all of your books! I hope this is the inspiration to actually write one of them!
I love the beginning of your story. It takes me back to first discovering what love is. And your mermaid story... I'd love to see how you build on that.
Beautiful writing...I would love to keep on reading to find out what happens to this girl - her character is already coming to life!
And the mermaid story with the sea glass tears - lovely. I would definitely want that book.
Now I'm hooked. More please.
Gah! Liz, you amaze me. All the books you would write are in my SOUL too! I was the little girl in the first paragraph- one of my favorite childhood books. Ah, the memories. You're such an amazing writer. I'm always on the search for soul touching books.. write more, please. :)
What wonderful writing, I know those feelings too and you have put them to paper so delicately. Don´t ever doubt your creativity, we can all see it and feel it.
OK, so you totally have to go write that book now. OK?
you have to write a book. yes.
Sounds like you are well on your way, it's beautiful. Thank you for sharing it with us. I cannot wait to read more!