4.24.05 Step Into The Confessional Please
No, I am not Catholic, nor I am very religious really. I was thinking earlier. (Heaven help me - get it? heh...) Right, so I was thinking, I should confess; confess my dirty little secret.
Does anyone wish to know it? Yeah, I will spill the beans. But, really, you should have more patience. It's a virtue you know?
So, here it is: I am a Harry Potter fan. Please don't condemn me. The books, the movies, and if I were really brave, I'd probably buy the sticker book too. But, I'm not brave, so, no, I don't own the sticker books. But, I saw some once. I think even my husband noticed my eyes getting shifty. My hands itching. My fevered brain processing how much it would cost if I collected the whole set. Lucky me, I am poor - oh, and spineless.
So, why you ask, am I a Harry Potter fan? Well, let me clear that up for you.
A lot of it has to do with envy. Such an ugly emotion, envy. Why envy you ask? (You're just full of questions today aren't you?) Envy, because I envy her, her fertile imagination. Her determination, through death, strife, and of course her steadfast refusal to quit writing because of life circumstances. I am not just a Harry Potter fan because I think it is a good story; I am also a J.K. Rowling fan, because she deserves to be admired for her accomplishments, her ideas, and her mind. So, how did my envy become admiration; and that I tell you happened because I am just simply not equipped to be negative toward anyone who has done me no wrong. So, envy transmuted into admiration, which has allowed me to suck up my pride and admit it. I admire that woman. Her imagination seems to know no bounds.
If you wish to read her biography go to her official site here.
My husband once asked me, in a bit of a pique I think, why haven't I written a story like that yet. (He wants to quit his 'day' job.) I replied to him: well I am just not that good. He scoffed at me and said something along the lines of this: You know, she's just a normal person too. Which lead me to kind of have a small epiphany. He was right, amazingly (Honey, you'd best mark this date on your calender because I will never admit that ever again!) and I'd bet the $32.00 dollars in my checking account right now that J.K. Rowling had doubts too.
So, it might not happen overnight for me, (well duh!) but I have much more confidence that the possibilities are there to be had. Now, all I have to do is have an idea. (Well, hell!)
Many of the Rowling fans out there might be wondering why I consider this to be a dirty little secret; well I shall once again enlighten you. When I picked up the first book (which incidentally, was not until I had seen the first two movies), I noticed right away that it was geared more toward people younger than me. (I am 23 years old) Thus I found shame in the fact that I was reading (and enjoying) basically what I considered to be a children's or teenager's novel. I now consider it 'Okay' to come out of the closet about this because as the character grows in intelligence, so the novel grows in it's older fan base. Hence, I am not so much ashamed.
Though really, I should never have been ashamed at all. I mean, heck, Shreck was geared for children, and I enjoyed that, even John enjoys such shows like The Powerpuff Girls for cripes sake!
So, no more shame now folks. I am through with that.
And cheers to J.K. Rowling for an excellent series.
I bid you adieu!
Does anyone wish to know it? Yeah, I will spill the beans. But, really, you should have more patience. It's a virtue you know?
So, here it is: I am a Harry Potter fan. Please don't condemn me. The books, the movies, and if I were really brave, I'd probably buy the sticker book too. But, I'm not brave, so, no, I don't own the sticker books. But, I saw some once. I think even my husband noticed my eyes getting shifty. My hands itching. My fevered brain processing how much it would cost if I collected the whole set. Lucky me, I am poor - oh, and spineless.
So, why you ask, am I a Harry Potter fan? Well, let me clear that up for you.
A lot of it has to do with envy. Such an ugly emotion, envy. Why envy you ask? (You're just full of questions today aren't you?) Envy, because I envy her, her fertile imagination. Her determination, through death, strife, and of course her steadfast refusal to quit writing because of life circumstances. I am not just a Harry Potter fan because I think it is a good story; I am also a J.K. Rowling fan, because she deserves to be admired for her accomplishments, her ideas, and her mind. So, how did my envy become admiration; and that I tell you happened because I am just simply not equipped to be negative toward anyone who has done me no wrong. So, envy transmuted into admiration, which has allowed me to suck up my pride and admit it. I admire that woman. Her imagination seems to know no bounds.
If you wish to read her biography go to her official site here.
My husband once asked me, in a bit of a pique I think, why haven't I written a story like that yet. (He wants to quit his 'day' job.) I replied to him: well I am just not that good. He scoffed at me and said something along the lines of this: You know, she's just a normal person too. Which lead me to kind of have a small epiphany. He was right, amazingly (Honey, you'd best mark this date on your calender because I will never admit that ever again!) and I'd bet the $32.00 dollars in my checking account right now that J.K. Rowling had doubts too.
So, it might not happen overnight for me, (well duh!) but I have much more confidence that the possibilities are there to be had. Now, all I have to do is have an idea. (Well, hell!)
Many of the Rowling fans out there might be wondering why I consider this to be a dirty little secret; well I shall once again enlighten you. When I picked up the first book (which incidentally, was not until I had seen the first two movies), I noticed right away that it was geared more toward people younger than me. (I am 23 years old) Thus I found shame in the fact that I was reading (and enjoying) basically what I considered to be a children's or teenager's novel. I now consider it 'Okay' to come out of the closet about this because as the character grows in intelligence, so the novel grows in it's older fan base. Hence, I am not so much ashamed.
Though really, I should never have been ashamed at all. I mean, heck, Shreck was geared for children, and I enjoyed that, even John enjoys such shows like The Powerpuff Girls for cripes sake!
So, no more shame now folks. I am through with that.
And cheers to J.K. Rowling for an excellent series.
I bid you adieu!
posted by Mighty Meagan | 4/24/2005 02:38:00 AM
4 Comments:
It's nice to see so many fans of hers! I had no idea!
D.M. I did try to make it funny, because to me it really is a type of irrational shame, and it's nice to be able to poke fun at myself sometimes.
What did Jeffy think of it? LOL Hope he got a kick out of it too.
She has been a great inspiration to me as well, and hey you know I am in the same boat; fat house wife in Kansas! LOL Does make us sound pitiful huh? Isn't it great. *Grin*
Tell Jeffy I think he needs to purchace a new sense of humor.
*heh*
I haven't read the books yet, but I've watched the movies and loved them. I plan on reading the books sometime though. I read on her site that she doesn't plan on writing about foreign wizard academies and I thought "Wouldn't that be fun?" Maybe I'll read the books and dream up somewhere in the U.S. for the academy to be. Write a few chapters and see what she thinks... Anywho; fleeting thoughts in my sporadic mind.
Ricky, I have to say that even though the movies are excellent, the book is way better. Mostly because I am a fan of details, and books generally have more of those than movies. Plus, they last longer. :D
Would love to read what you write about an American school. How cool would that be! I wanna go!!!!
Or should I say, I wish to be a character!? *Heh* :P
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