Sometimes we listen to Enya. And we study with pleasure. And we sip ginger tea with honey, thankful to God and the Universe that we decided to stay home this weekend, rest, relax, catch up on some work and do our best to stay healthy. Hopefully the week is off to a sane start.
You know, I miss writing about Rüya. Or the other characters of my novel with whom I am still deeply infatuated. Laiolir, and Fahriye and Iya and Astra, Kings (the controlling, dominant ones and the ones who disappeared so mysteriously), Queens and the tree fairy. The enchantments that protect the Manuscript of Destinies. The bewitched chocolate and raspberry desserts, the chains of diamonds that simultaneously seduce and entrap. The journey to discover the self through a magnificent transcendence into the mystical and magical. And Charles -beautiful, passionate, heart-broken, so blindly in love... the unconventional 'villain', Milton's Satan as it were -the one who creeps into your heart and steals your sympathies and loyalties before you realize it. I miss them, very much. If I could 'pause' time and just write it, that would be sublime.
Scarlett and violet clouds all come from within though -that's how magic gets made right. And then there's a twinkle of green-grey-hazel in a youthful gaze from a man so wise and eons and heavens above me. It all comes from there really. The smile that is really just an infinite current of joy. Maybe one day you'll know about it too.
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wow, short but sweet post! can't wait for this book (and eventually the movie) to come out!
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