I'd forgotten about my Santa until last week but could still vividly recall the sense of magic he'd left behind. It was a moment of simple naivety, a suspension of reality. Being out in the open night air and waiting for it to happen was part of its enjoyment. One year I didn't go outside even though I could hear his music and bells. I'd been told he was some local guy who liked to do it for the kids but I regretted not going outside that night. I'd lost the magic and suddenly felt very grown-up. When I peaked around the curtain I just caught a glimpse of his cart as it turned a corner.
Becoming a writer helped to bring back that feeling of magic and it is difficult to relinquish it between books. Writers of children's books must get a lot of satisfaction from the magic they can conjure but I like to think we adults need it too. Fantasy, Science Fiction, even the conclusion of a good Crime Thriller all count as suspension of reality, a moment of magic. So... are you going to watch yet another repeat of some old Christmas program on TV or are you going to choose your own particular brand of magic then become immersed in a book or seek out that old black and white movie you used to love so much? I'm going to begin this week and... the added bonus for a writer is that I can retain that magic then use it in my own books.
|Sometimes you have to look for the magic|