I first wrote poems. I liked the lines, always reflecting the short dances in my head—sad, lonely, longing dancing. But it sounded beautiful. I fell in love with the words, each one working together to create one whole life. One song. My writing began with poetry.
My stories began with Sailor Moon.
How could I resist? A young awkward girl, how could I resist the beautiful love in Naoko Takeuchi’s story? I dreamed of it as girls dreamed of knights in shining armor: I wanted to be a princess, loving and beloved, of another world reincarnated on Earth to find her and everyone’s happiness, of which was denied so long ago, so young. I wanted to fight like them, beside them; the possibilities they believed in, I wanted to believe in too. I wanted to create them.
I was in love with a love story. I still am.
I read her manga over and over again, gazing at the handsome art and marveling at the loyalty, the friendship, the will, the faith, the dreams—all that deep love. It is the sweetest fairy tale I’ve ever read. And it is the story that I place above all others. No matter what I write about—war, children, life, death—I work towards writing a story as powerful and beautiful as Naoko’s. I want to write a love story. That is my dream.
What’s yours?
My Inspiration:
[Listening to: Stars]
