Okay, I’m not really locked up in the witch’s castle (unless by witch’s castle you mean my own insecurity). And ever since reading Gregory Maguire’s Wicked my image of the Wicked Witch of the West has changed. (if you have seen the musical but not read the book–go read the book!)
But that is not the story for today. Mostly I’m wishing I had true witch magic. I wish I could look into my crystal ball–hey, at least I have one–and see the future. Not even all the future. Just the bit hiding my writing and art. The bit that says (before the sun expands and wipes this corner of the universe out) a few people along the way will read my work–and be inspired to continue the story.
Did you know that in Sofia, Bulgaria there actually is a yellow brick road? I’ve walked on it. Well, wouldn’t you?