What a novel idea!

I've been throwing around the idea of writing a book for about 10 years now ... No joke. I've always loved writing and I've been told I'm pretty decent at it, so I think now's finally time to do it. I've got nothing to lose right? So I'm going to post little snippets of it up here and see who reads them, and what they have to say, and ... yeah. Here we go.

Basically, I've decided to write a book about my Converse. They've been with me through a lot, and to a lot of important events in my life and I really think that if they could talk, they'd have a ton of hella cool stories to tell. So I'm going to try and tell them, or some of them anyways.

INTRODUCTION:

Let's go back, back to the beginning; back to when the Earth, the Sun, the stars all aligned ...
~Come Clean, Hilary Duff

Okay, so maybe that's a little too far back. I'm pretty sure the Universe has far too much history to record in just one book. After all, it's clearly much older than any one of us alive today. But maybe - just MAYBE - in this case, the beginning is the exact right place to start.

I am sentimental, probably even to a fault. I'm that girl who remembers the smallest and most insignificant details about an event, which most people would generally forget, and hides them away in her heart, often long after the actual event can even be recalled. That's basically what's happened with my Converse. Not to say they're my 'lucky shoes' or anything. But when I look at them, REALLY look, I see the faint shadows of all the places my Converse and I have been - physically, mentally, emotionally, even spiritually. They're courageous little troopers, these green canvas sneakers. Oh the stories they would tell if only they could talk. Stories of joy and misery, of hope and disappointment, of fear and reassurance. If they spoke, my shoes could tell you tales of epic hugs, of crying in the rain, of final goodbyes, and of standing up for what's right. I'd certainly be in trouble for some of the things they've seen ... but maybe that's beside the point.

Although I'm not promising to keep these stories in order from here on, I am promising to be honest, no matter how scared I get. I have my demons, everyone does; but I'm hoping that through this journey I can overcome them, and maybe even help someone else do the same. I warn you, I might get boring. I might ramble on about some insignificant little nothing, and rabbit trail off onto some obscure random tangent, but I'd love it if you stuck with me (or at least tried!). Maybe we can grow together.

So here we go, let's give this thing a shot. Welcome to my world. Hang on, you're in for one crazy ride.