One of my favorite stories growing up was The Princess and the Goblin by George MacDonald. Within the last decade or a bit more, they had released an animated film about it. I haven’t yet had the chance to watch it. The reason why I felt that this story was magical was because I could identify with the characters, and I truly feared for them. The brave little girl and Curdie, one of my favorite characters, were so resolute, despite the grim circumstances. I only had a single hard copy of The Princess and the Goblin until recently I discovered that the books have been reprinted and ordered them. Now I’m waiting for the delivery of the next book The Princess and Curdie with anticipation.
The joy of my childhood was the magic of books. The worlds that were created, the characters that lived and breathed on the page and in my dreams, all of these were precious treasures. If I may, I hope to give a bit of magic back. I’ve been writing fiction and poetry since childhood, mainly because I wanted to be part of the magic. I’ve been working on several novel ideas currently, lest the muses abandon me, and attempting to weave the magical fabric together.
Storytelling, to me, is more than reporting faithfully what happens in real life or making sure that it could actually happen. In fact, I read to escape from matters of real life. It doesn’t concern me if it couldn’t happen here, I am writing (and reading) about what will happen there. While reality is important, it is only one dimension, and I prefer to write about things that I’m interested in or would enjoy. Draw back the curtain and reveal the magic…appreciate the splendour of what if?
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