Magical Thinking

Suddenly, my world makes no sense.

I mean, it's not that I ever thought my world made sense. Life is too much about loss and pain and crazy joy to ever think it's ordinary. I love life's wild ride.

But lately, I've been in love with magical realism.

When I wrote Freudian Slip, God is a woman who forgets that sometimes people pray to the Virgin Mary and thus sometimes football bets are thrown amiss by the Hail Mary pass. Angels can inhabit human bodies briefly. Demons wear Aramis aftershave.

Rather than writing, I found myself dancing through the novel. It had a world and rules of my own, but they were magical rules.

So it is I am working on a proposal filled with magical realism in which the main character invents a fictional world and then invites someone to live in it. As in leave the real world and go live in this magical one. And the possibilities are freeing.

So, to that end, I would like a genie and three wishes.

Anyone else playing with magic lately? (And I have many favorite magical writers, but Gabriel Garcia Marquez in my favorite!!!)