*SPOILERS ALERT FOR THE TIME TRAVELER'S WIFE BY AUDREY NIFFENEGGER*

When I was eleven, twelve, thirteen, the career I wished to succeed in was to be a Director and a writer. It's a field that I have always been interested in, and I sighed up for talks and lessons on how to do this throughout my secondary school life, and even went on to take Drama as a GCSE (I got an A) At home I read tonnes of movie scripts, even first and second drafts of them as they changed. The one that springs to mind is 'Gladiator' where they changed the script due to an actor dying half way through filming. I read the modern classics; Notting Hill, You've Got Mail etc etc. I even began to write a few of my own, little snipets of storylines I created in my head. Many reminants of them still exist.

My Dad downloaded a programme that you could write scripts with easily for me. He encouraged me. I think it was one of those thing that he wanted to do when he was younger. He even still writes poems and songs and stuff, though in secret, we're not supposed to know.

Anyway, today I got thinking about one of these storylines that I made up so long ago because I finished the book I was reading. The Time Traveler's Wife, by Audrey Niffenegger (Amazing by the way)

This is because, nearer the end of the book, Henry (the mai character) attains frost bite and loses his feet and there's a small chapter regarding his time in healing and mourning over his injury. He has dreams about it, one of them is running and it hit me that to Henry running every morning is really important, and he's lost that.

This was similar to the most developed storyline I ever came up with. It was about a man, who loses his leg. He was an up and coming football player, with a pregnant wife. He was happy, content, and then this accident changed him forever. The story was about his loss, his grief, the things he treasured, his want and need for him to play football again, and his coming through all the pain to become happy again.

Somehow, I have this want to carry on the story. Actually write it. It'd be nice if I knew there was going to be an end to these means. But maybe, because of my new found freedom, I could actually do it.

Hmmm...I'll think about it.