the prompt for today is:
If this asked for the first person I thought about, the answer would ultimately be my daughter.
But considering it says 'thing' I'm going to assume this excludes an actual person.
Even then I have trouble edging things down in singular terms. Ah, but I will try...
I wake up breathing words. Poetry, stories, quotes, prose...descriptions. I am in love with words. And have been for as long as I remember. As a child, the library seemed like such a vast wonderland, and it was so easy to get lost in the world of a book. These days books are every bit as magical, but real life distractions makes it hard to get that totally immersed and lost feeling. I suppose psychologists refer to this type of deep concentration as flow.
I get lost in my journal as well. And in writing my own poetry. I get lost in assembling words, playing with them, writing them on cards, applying them to things/people/life.
I try to write poetry everyday. I share some of it, other pieces I am preserving for books and major publication.
I love journal writing prompts (which is why I LOVE Kat's work!). I even have a soul journal, an art journal, a journal for my rune readings. Seriously...there is a blank book for everything!
I write when I wake up, I create throughout the day, and I read before bed.
I think sometimes I dream in text.
You could probably refer to me as a bibliophile...or, if you don't want to be that formal, my family likes to think of me as a book hoarder.
I share my home with thousands of books, proudly so!
Ahhhh, all those words!