"The greatest lessons I learned from my father didn't come from lectures or discipline or even time spent together. What has stuck with me is his example. From watching, I chose whether to be or not to be like him."
They compose phrases as powerful as incantations, creating illusions in the
minds of readers. These spells make eyes envision things that aren't real; they
make hearts feel things that aren't actual. A writer's work is to pen
enchantments meant to entrance and hypnotize the mind, causing neglect of all
other duties and responsibilities in order for the reader to remain a puppet
controlled by the writer's wand. And if some foul friend does manage to break
the spell, he is despised for it. His heroics are too late in coming. The
words―the fairytales―have seeped beyond the body and into the soul, taking
possession. Our poor reader is infected, compromised, never to be cured. The
notion of magic found in simple words such as,'Once
upon a time...'has
always fascinated me. It is no wonder I am compelled to write.