my inspiration.

There’s a book that I call my inspiration. And if you look inside the book, pages are taped together. Pages are half torn. And the cover and back is ripped a bit. But still this book called lone eagle by Danielle steel is my pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. It’s my inspiration for reading, for life. And writing. It’s the best booked ill yet touched, felt, read and cried over. It’s the book that inspires me to go on with life and to never give up. It’s the book I have to search forever at the bottom of my book shelf, but it’s all worth it when I’m done.

One night my dad came home with three books. One of them was this book. He found them on a box outside a house. They were given away. I read lone eagle.  I was desperate to read for I had not read since school ended. And I never imagined this being a miracle. Of this old book to be gold for my eyes. And I thank that person for giving it away instead of throwing it out. I thank my dad for picking this one from all the books there were on that box.  And I thank the writer for writing the greatest book of all times.

A Writer has to have an inspiration. Someone or something that makes us write. That makes us love it. That makes us see the true art behind writing. Who is there every time we need help. And this book always helps me. I get new ideas, new stories, new craft moves from this book. From the wonderful words in the leaves. I need this to continue on writing. To continue writing as I do.

And apart from teaching me new love, the impossible and possible, like other books. This book and I got connected. It was like love at first sight. Love at the eagle. Lonely but still an eagle. That shiny gold eagle that calls me to the pages. The eagle that is the only one. The only kind. And I am the only one. The only one to write this. The only one who could write like this. But still I try to write like the author. And in so many ways I wished I was him. That I had his writing. That I had his passion and words.

Even though this book is only worth 26.95 dollars its worth a million dollars to me. No a million dollars for each page, no, each word. To my eyes it’s a miracle sent from god. A sign that I could become a writer. A sign that I need to work hard for what I love. And it can’t get no better with an inspiration to follow you thought your carrier.