Working Magic

Sometimes I am very sad that my Hogwarts acceptance letter went astray.

I know that I would have been a good student: I might not have the best memory for incantations, but I certainly know my way around a wand. Also, Pottermore sorted me into Gryffindor, and I feel sure that my prowess both in the classroom and on the Quidditch pitch would have made my house proud.

Yesterday I was feeling particularly down...there must have been a Dementor lurking about, and Lupin wasn't around to offer me chocolate. I was riding my train back into DC, feeling sorry for myself, trawling facebook and wishing I could do some magic.

That's when I ran across a photo my cousin posted.

It was simple, a chalkboard quote from Carl Sagan. It read: "A book is proof that humans are capable of working magic."

:}

That was exactly what I needed to hear. I returned to work, wrote my piece (1,013 words), and then scurried off for a fun evening hanging with my buddy, going out for yummy dinner and then back to my apartment, where I whipped his sorry ass at pool. I kept thinking about the quote today, and it helped spur me on when I wasn't sure where to go, helping to get me over a small hump and to a unremarkable but respectable 1,079 words.

What was truly magical, however, is that I finally broke seventy thousand words.

It's not one of the big landmarks...twenty-five or fifty or a hundred...but it's more than I ever thought possible, and I'm still going strong.

Don't mean to self-aggrandize...but even if this silly story never is read by a single soul, I'm happy that I'm actually getting it down. I've always wanted to write a novel, and just knowing that I'm well on my way makes life worthwhile.

Anyway, I'm off! Time to go home, feed the cat, go for a walk, and maybe watch a little Star Wars or Neverending Story to recharge. Till tomorrow!


Working Title: Bryn & Mer: Nosce Te Ipsum
Word Count: 70,225
Writing Mode: At peace