But where's my fairytale?

Yesterday afternoon I watched the movie Thumbelina with my sisters. For those of you not familiar with this classic Hans Christian Anderson tale, it's about a girl, no bigger than a thumb who falls in love with the fairy prince and then gets kidnapped by a toad and goes on an adventure trying to get home that almost ends with her marrying a mole. In the end, with the help of a bird, she is reunited with the prince, kisses him, sprouts wings, marries him, and lives happily ever after. It's a nice little story, even if the fairy prince's hair looks awful. While I was watching, I got that old longing to be a character in a book. If a book was written about my life, it'd be mostly boring with a dash of teen angst and a few spots of tragedy thrown in. Definitely not a best seller. In fact, I doubt it'd sell anything at all except for the copy my dad would buy so he could pretend to be proud. I want the kind of story where there are twists that make people scream OMG in surprise, where there's mortal danger around every corner, extreme emotional turmoil that always works itself out, and maybe some magical creatures. I could even live without the magical creatures and...I guess if I have to, the mortal danger. I'd settle for a sappy chick flick like Pretty in Pink (my favorite movie) or Raise Your Voice too. Those all have happy endings and the girls always get an immensely good looking, talented in some faction, non-conforming guys. I think the closest I've gotten to story book love is falling for my best friend. The best kind of love for a story is something unexpected, something that breaks barriers, or something that has a crazy high "aawww!" factor. An example of the last part is when a guy is a completely loyal friend to the girl throughout whatever problems she has and never tells her that he's desperately in love, but she somehow realizes that she loves him. When they finally get together, you're always like "aww that's so cute!" My story doesn't need to have love in it, though that always makes things more interesting. I just want something captivating and fun. I guess there's time for my fairytale to develop, but not too much, seeing as the world is likely to end in four years (If you haven't read yet, click here).

One of the reasons I love writing so much is because when I write I become part of my story. I take on all of the characters at the same time. That's only been a problem once when I was writing this really tense argument and I was shocked, livid, betrayed, and scared all at once, which caused uncontrollable shaking and a killer migraine. In my opinion, stories write themselves. I'm just a medium that translates the story from the pictures in my mind to words through my fingers. Sometimes I'll need to formulate a bridge from one developed section of a story to the next or if I don't like the story that is coming I can change a few things until a new one forms, but for the most part I have everything in my head already. A few times I've gotten my stories mixed up with real life and had trouble distinguishing what was real from what wasn't, but I've learned that, for the most part, if elves, wormholes, and my hair being a different color are involved, then it isn't real. That's a good rule of thumb for everybody. Now it's off to bed for me, seeing as it's 1AM and any minute now someone's going to realize that I never made it up the stairs to my room.

♥ j.j.