Magic
I’ve been down in the dumps lately, so it was nice last night after a doctor’s visit, to crash out on the couch with hubby and kids to watch “Enchanted”, a movie I have to admit that I really love (helped no doubt by Patrick Dempsey). So in bed, I wrote a bit and then I turned to my night table, looking for magic. Stieg Larson was NOT going to do it for me. I remembered then that my dear cousin ALSO got me another Neil Gaiman book, Stardust
Magic, yes, that’s what’s been missing lately. The magic in my life has been replaced by routine, summer doldrums, exhaustion, and work. Magic is like a distant, pleasant memory that only serves to torture.
But what is a writer without magic? How can I create the art I want to if there is no magic in my heart?
And “Stardust’ is as magical a tale as any, just like “Enchanted” is magical to a woman who grew up on Cinderella.
So today, tonight, I will try to find the magic in my heart and put it back into my life…
I love Neil Gaiman – and I love Stardust but Neverwhere is likely my favourite (closely followed by American Gods, which is awesome but not for the squeamish!). Do you follow him on Twitter?
Joni!!!! Yes, I do follow him, but no time for Twitter of late
I LOVE Neverwhere, which is my fav. I read it after Coraline, which I read after loving the Sandman comic, and discovering he wrote books. He’s been interviewed on I should be writing, I do believe.