Some people write to make sense of a world gone wrong. Some write to tell themselves a story. Others write because the only way to silence the voices in their head is to give those characters a voice on the page.
I write for my three girls, especially my oldest daughter whose love for a good adventure rivals my own, who inspired me to give voice to the stories in my head, and who read so often as a little girl we were forced to give her the same rule my mother gave me: No reading at the dinner table.
Can hardly believe that little girl is all grown up. Here she is dressed to the nines for prom, and looking very much like a character from one of the books she read and reread as a little girl.
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Oh, she's gorgeous, Kim. Here's to a happy, happy prom.
It's funny that I came across your blog via "next blog"...because you say that you write for your three girls. Funny thing is...I can't write because of my girl. She is turning one in a couple of weeks and it seems like for the last 10 months or so I haven't been able to find the zone to give the characters in my head a chance to finish the story that I started. Ugh! I need a paradigm shift...
Anyways - just stopping by and decided to leave a little rant.
wow love the dress
She looks like a princess. So glad to see that some girls still dress up for the prom in these beautiful dresses and not the slinky, sexy gowns that I see all too often.
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