When I read a good book, a book or perhaps the series of books that I love, really gets me thinking and feeling that there is something deep down in me that is creative. That people would like to read, and would draw them in and make their day better. As I look outside and see the leaves dropping off the trees I feel like there is something in me that needs pulled out, I just don't know what it is. Is it writing or creativity? Or is it simply a pull for me to get out in the crisp air and the wind? I like my cozy house, knowing my little brother is napping in his little bed and a lap top, keeping my legs warm as I look out the window at the blustery day, no, I think I will stay inside.
