January 28, 2008
A pirate sword hangs above my linen room door and I like it best because it makes me imagine the not-real things that lighten my heart and make me feel most like a child. Iíve been such a grown up lately. Sad, lonely, and tired, all mostly at night but sometimes during the day. But today I have changed my perspective and will keep writing my story about the boy and the beast and the stars in the sky and the soldiers in orange and royal reds. I wonít concern myself any more with text-books or bills or grown-up worries.