At some point in all the time I’ve spent hiding in my bedroom huddled under my duvet over Christmas, an idea occurred to me. I’ve said that I, this me, the one inside the snow globe wants to write. Well currently I don’t have the mental capacity to construct plot lines, most days I can barely string a sentence together, so I passed over that part and got to the dedications. If I ever did manage to write a publishable book, who would it be dedicated to? Wandering down those lines got me thinking slightly more positively than I have been lately. There wasn’t a single person that sprung to mind. There were several. More than several. Lots. Lots of people who I care about, who have inspired me, who love me, who believe in me. So because it’s Christmas and because the last few posts have been depressing, I’m going to write out a few that came to mind.
To Narnie, who is always there with a hug, a mug of tea and a sympathetic ear. Who believes in me and refuses to give up even long after I’ve thrown the towel in.
To Arlo, whose name is magic. I aspire to be like you.
To Mum, you’re the reason I’m well versed in sarcasm and wit. I’m not sure that’s a good thing.
To Mr Leahy, for telling me the only thing I couldn’t do was climb Mount Everest without taking a step, through no fault of my own but because it’s impossible. That sentence has stuck with me much better than any of the maths.
To Dad, who loves me as I am, however I am and never expects anything back.
To Penny, for being quite possibly the only person on the planet to actually get my sense of humour. Auntie Enid’s other eye fell off so I threw her in the bin, but I know she loves you. Also for the Atwoods, EDAM knows where I’d be without them.
To Billy, whose hair is a constant source of amusement.
To Dylan, well….. I suppose your fabulous-ness deserves recognition.
To Tim, aka God.
To Dave, who doesn’t have to put up with me but does anyway. Who can brighten my blackest days and who can always think of something silly to say.
To Mo, for loving me and cherishing me and being there however much I push you away.
To Louie, who was my first friend.
To Hati, because it does get better and you make me want to get through this.
To Daisy, I wish other teenage girls were more like you.
To Pearl, my baby sister, irritating as you are, you’re one of the few things that makes me want to stick around.
To Beth, for being awesome.
To Beau, for making me feel special every time I see you
To my two nameless friends from fanfiction.net, for letting me plot with you, for reading all of my rants and most importantly for giving me a reason to wake up in the morning.
The wonderfully frightening thing is, I could go on. I could fill pages like this and still miss people out. It looks like I’m going to have to write a lot of books.