I mentioned in my last post that I was working through some personal issues – how else? – by writing yet another sequel to “Big City, Little Magics”.
Since that post (*waves back to distant mid-July*), I am happy to report that:
1) I have bid farewell to a workplace I was more than ready to leave and gained temporary employment elsewhere. To leave the devil I knew was brave. To try my chances with the devil unknown, also brave. Plus the temp gig’s duties include making a lot of phone calls, and if that doesn’t take bravery, what does??
2) Five years after falling into obsession with the soundtrack – and fifteenish months after the heartbreak of our tickets to the show succumbing to the plague – Tirzah and I finally got to watch the musical “Hamilton” onstage. Strangely enough, allowing yourself to reach for a good time can take more bravery than you think. Not just the part where you have to find decent parking in San Francisco, either. The part where you have to make your heart big enough to hold old wounds and new joys together.
3) And oh yeah, I finished the story! A brave project to undertake, yet less scary to try than this series’ first installment. After all, with every little magical tale I create with these characters, the surer I am that it wasn’t a fluke – I’ve really rediscovered my writing.
Presenting my latest from the BCLM world:
Once upon a time, there was a road trip…
Once upon a time, there was a slaughter…
Once upon a time, an unbearable goodbye…
Once upon a time, there was a monster…
Once upon a time, and again, and again,
Several times upon a time, there was a darkness.
And the dark contained a demon – or, perhaps, a deity…
Certainly, the dark contained a dragoness.
But ‘contained’ is not the word. Nothing kept in check about it,
Though she fought to hold herself controlled and tight.
Shadows leaking out the cracks, blackness creeping past the edges,
And we all know only wrongness shuns the light.
Once and twice and thrice the monster reached across the times,
Claiming all the potent power of the inverse of the sun?
Time could be rewritten through the act of self-alliance?
If the dragon truly saves herself in this one?
What would having that do?
Dream it true.
‘Til next we brave this life together,