My Wand is a Pen

"Words are, in my not so humble opinion, 
our most inexhaustible source of magic."
-Albus Dumbledore

Today, I am grateful for writers.  Since the beginning of this month, I've read LOTS of blogs.  First I was surprised at how many bloggers there are. I'm also amazed at the many fabulous writers.  As a writer myself, I don't feel jealous of others talents (well, maybe a little), but I do appreciate their gifts and their willingness to share it. Writers have the power to uplift, empower and inspire, and literally change the world. Don't believe me? Look at JK Rowling.  

She inspires me with her imagination.  My book is a fantasy and I have to admit I've sometimes had a hard time letting go of reality.  I worry that others wouldn't believe something in my story. Then,  I read the Harry Potter books and I'm in awe of her ideas and her profound insights.  Ms. Rowling  makes me want to be a better writer. As do the other bloggers.

I don't have any delusions that I will ever have the effect (or success) that JK has had.  But, if I can have an effect for good on someone, then that is magic enough for me. 

Comments

  1. TangledLouNovember 13, 2011 at 9:15 PM

    Amen to that! The best part of this whole NaBloPoMo thing has been "meeting" other writers! Ms. Rowling didn't have any delusions about her future success when she was first writing, either. Keep writing!

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  2. Julie DeMilleNovember 14, 2011 at 9:36 AM

    Thanks. That's very kind.

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