No matter how many times I watch Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban, this quote has always given me the chills. Perhaps it’s the way the Albus sweeps his hand dramatically over the candelabra and the recent encounter of the Dementors on the Hogwarts Express. Either way, it’s always been memorable to me.
Even though it’s a quote from a fictional character created by the amazing J.K. Rowling, it has such power and meaning to the real life. Too many times have we, as human beings, felt down in the dumps because we see all of the horrible things that happen not only to us – but to everyone around us. Even though we can’t see it at that particular moment, there is always a shred of light within the gloom. For young Mr. Potter, it was his friends. For me, it was my family. It was little things like that that fueled my passion for the written word. For years I’ve grown up with Harry, Ron and Hermione. I felt like I was part of the trio. Whenever they felt pain, anger, and loss – I was right there with them bawling my eyes out.
Harry Potter is what kick-started my admiration for writing and it was my family that gave me the motivation and inspiration to go for my dream.
I wanted to become a writer to inspire others like others have inspired me. Even in the darkest of my times, I found solace in literature and was often found reading throughout my middle and high school career. It was escapism and I had 100+ books on my book shelf with different dimensions, realms, characters. Yet through everything I’ve read one theme rings true: perseverance, loyalty, kindness, trust, courage and love are all what makes us fall in love with the main characters. Anyone can create characters, however, it’s the ones that we identify with that will stay with us. That’s what makes a truly great story.
When I started writing, I had what every writer fears – Writer’s Block. For the longest time I stared at a blank page wanting to write a great story, with fantastic characters, and something that would stick with you long after you read. However, I became so focused on that that I completely forgot what I originally set out to do – write a story for me. So, like I always did I looked around for the normal routines that I go through and tried to find the extraordinary in the ordinary. If that didn’t work, I would look outside and take a walk – let Mother Nature speak to me. Lastly, if all else failed, I knew one option that would always ring true – my mom.
After talking to my mom for a few days and bouncing off ideas off of her I began writing again, something I thought I wouldn’t do. She gave me the inspiration needed to finish my last project I had worked on. Once I began writing it seemed like my fingers were on fire and the words flowed like liquid onto the page – my mind racing with every thought about what could be and what would be in the story. Now, as I’m writing this I will have my dream come true. It wouldn’t have been possible without my mom.
Every story has a beginning, middle, and end. A great one will continue throughout everyone’s lives that it touches. All it takes is a little inspiration.
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