Obsidian Quills

I've always wanted to believe that there is magic in the world, but I've never been able to truly believe it. I suppose, for all my romanticism and idealism, I'm just too pragmatic. I don't truly believe it until I see it. I suppose that's why I can believe in love - my family's been fortunate in that department.

But when you come right down to it, what is magic? It's an ability. It's something that some people can do that others just can't. It's talent. By those standards, any number of things are magic.

By those standards, my writing is magic. I can describe things that other people can't. Stories live in my mind vividly, and I can write those stories such that they live for others in the same way. At least, I think I can. I'm still learning a lot, so not every story does it, but every now and then one strikes me just right and comes out with that special magic.

I'm learning how to produce stories like that without that moment of magic. Or maybe I'm learning how to summon that magic to my will, rather than waiting for it to strike me.

I suppose, in that way, I'm an apprentice witch.

What I don't have, never have had, is faith and ritual. Special performances of power. Sometimes I miss both of these things. I wish for them occationally. But I have tried to find them, and they never sit quite right with me.


	The Magic Musing
	I've always wanted to believe that there is magic in the world, but I've never been able to truly believe it. I suppose, for all my romanticism and idealism, I'm just too pragmatic. I don't truly believe it until I see it. I suppose that's why I can believe in love - my family's been fortunate in that department. But when you come right down to it, what is magic? It's an ability. It's something that some people can do that others just can't. It's talent. By those standards, any number of things are magic. By those standards, my writing is magic. I can describe things that other people can't. Stories live in my mind vividly, and I can write those stories such that they live for others in the same way. At least, I think I can. I'm still learning a lot, so not every story does it, but every now and then one strikes me just right and comes out with that special magic. I'm learning how to produce stories like that without that moment of magic. Or maybe I'm learning how to summon that magic to my will, rather than waiting for it to strike me. I suppose, in that way, I'm an apprentice witch. What I don't have, never have had, is faith and ritual. Special performances of power. Sometimes I miss both of these things. I wish for them occationally. But I have tried to find them, and they never sit quite right with me.