This is so much how I feel at the moment working on Angel’s Flight, the next book in the Destiny’s Consent series. Of course, in her genius, Clarissa Pinkola Estes has captured it perfectly: a simple matter of spit and crystalline bones and balancing acts on fingertips..
“When she has that look in her eye, she is balancing a big cardhouse of ideas on a single fingertip, and she is carefully connecting all of the cards using tiny crystalline bones, and a little spit, and if she can just get it to the table without it falling down, or flying apart, she can bring an image from the unseen world into being. To speak to her in that moment is to create a Harpy moment that blows the entire structure to tatters. To speak to her in that moment will break her heart.”
Clarissa Pinkola Estes Women Who Run with the Wolves
Currently I feel I am in the midst of casting a spell to summon muses, goddesses, and all cosmic helpers to assist me with my quest to bring those images from the unseen world into being. I am a witch goddess crone….I stand at the end of the world to watch doors open and close, to watch the flight of flocks of birds, and to watch the magic of the world unfurl….I truly believe that reality is completely dependent on magical worlds.
I just finished rereading my first two books and am so in awe of them…this knowledge pushes me to aspire to the same level, to return to the same place in which I dwelt when I wrote them.
No easy task…those eight years spent writing the first two books, were days of miracles and more miracles and then even more miracles to guide and to inspire me…golden light shimmering each of my footsteps so as to bring my words shiny and bright, garnished with the wisdom of destiny’s consent spit-fired with grand adventures.