So, I almost forgot to set up today’s blog. That’s what happens when being awake from 2:25 a.m. until now (which is approximately 5 p.m.–and did you know that a.m. stands for ante meridium and p.m. stands for post meridum?) Yes, my brain IS milk toast at this point, which means I’m pretty much a milquetoast. If you are unfamiliar with the dish or the definition, look it up. Anyway, this popped up in my list of saved messages from the Univserse and I thought to myself, Self, you write about not-quite-humans and magic. Hrm… So, here:
It’s time you learned the truth, Silver.
Actually, you should have been told long, long ago.
You see, there was kind of a mix-up.
Things like this are never easy. But, well, to be as direct as possible…
You’re not human.
Of course, you probably just think I’m being cute, but the truth is that you are not human. Not even a little. Not one speck. Now, before you go all ape… realize that there’s a bright side to everything, and in this case it’s BLINDING.
You no longer have to behave as one!
Can you imagine, Silver, depending a little less on logic and a little more on magic? Most who see themselves as human, can’t.
My response is no, I’m not human. I’m a writer. I live on imagination and caffeine and by the magic of both, I create worlds and people it with…people. Some of whom of human, some not. Logic is nice but not a necessary ingredient. So, even sleep deprived and slightly pumch-drunk silly, I can still spin tales. And tails. Because…wolves. And dragons. And others. Imagination and caffeine is my magic and words are the spells I cast. I’m glad I have the Universe’s permission to act like what I am–a purveyor of stories. So I’ll get back to work now that I know the truth. Not that I didn’t kinda know all along. What about you? What magic do you wield?