An Introduction or Something

I thought I could transform myself into another S.E. Hinton, the chick who wrote The Outsiders. If only our mere thoughts could instantaneously turn into concrete reality. I wanted to be Hinton because she was only fifteen when she began writing that masterpiece of a book, and nineteen when it was published. Some transformation, I’m nineteen now! No time like the present, I guess – that’s what I tell myself to feel better about my procrastination, or what I call careful and well thought-out planning. I don’t feel as if my thoughts are so original. We all steal from other people. Earlier today my mother and I were riding in my car listening to the radio. What I had deemed new and inventive, my mom informed me, were simply reinventions of works done in a land before my time and even before hers. So I’m not claiming to have new words and ideas on God or faith or spirituality. There are only so many words disposable in the English language for all of us to share. I suppose some just wield these little weapons better than others, and I am in no way claiming to be such a knight of words. I just write, and hope my ramblings have some relevance to someone… anyone.