It is traditional to have black eyed peas on January 1st for good luck.
When I was a tiny wee Vampire child I had an imaginary friend named Black Eyed Peas. She was a plain little sensible girl. She never did bad things. She was smart. Her shoes were always clean. On some days she was human. On some days she was an ant. Yes, that kind of ant – an insect.
I know I didn’t really believe she was real. But that is where my story telling adventures started.
As those who frequently visit this blog you know that I live in a world of Vampires, Werewolves, Ghosts, Zombies… and others who aren’t Regular run of the mill humans. Some have absolutely no human DNA (but we try to avoid them,)
With all of this the idea of magic comes to mind. To me real magic is not a stolen time machine that can transport you to places you shouldn’t be. Magic is the ability to go places on your own – through your own imagination or through a book or a story or even a blog.
Every time I tell a story I make magic. Every time I read fiction I experience magic – for I am transported out of my body and into the mind of someone else.
Of course there is magic in a kiss… but that is another blog post.
~ Juliette aka Vampire Maman