I’ve said this before. To be a writer, to tell stories, to write music or paint pictures or create anything, you have to have an imagination. And using your imagination is like working magic. I’m in the middle of edits and revisions and the story takes place in a world where Magicks interact with humans. Bad things happen to good people. Good people turn out bad. Stuff goes wrong. Just ask Sade, my main character. I should mention here that Sade is a little like me. Or I’m a little like Sade, depending on how you want to look at it. As a kid, I lived way too much in my imagination. It was a safe place. I was in control. Bad things might happen but I could ensure everything came out all right. As a kid, Sade lived in a world full of magic and she was one of the few humans who knew about it. Check out what the Universe has to say on the subject:
There’s a name for the magic, Silver, which transforms lives, connects dots, moves mountains, and orchestrates coincidences that shock and astound.
And there’s a name for all that stops you in your tracks, stirs fear, spins wheels, and leaves you wondering, “Hey, what’s up with that?”
Careful where you point that thing,
The Universe ©www.tut.com
And, of course, Silver, there’s a name for that candy that drives imaginations wild: Green M&Ms.
As an adult, I live way to much in my imagination. And it’s a good place to be even when it gets dark and dirty in there. I control the story. I can make good things happen after the bad. I control the magic. And it’s a good place to be. What magic have you seen today?