When All That’s Left is Magic

It was nearly midnight and the streets were empty. My son and I were taking our dog on a walk, and talking, like we always did. The topic of conversation was a movie we’d just finished watching. It was good, really good, and we found ourselves holding back tears in the end.

“How do writers come up with that stuff?” my son asked as the road dipped downward towards a clump of houses.

A cold wind blew across our faces. A siren wailed off in the distance. A lonely dog howled. I wasn’t sure how to answer at first, so I didn’t.

“It’s magic,” I finally answered for lack of a better explanation.

Of course, I didn’t mean Harry Potter style, wand waving magic, but you can ask any artist, musician, or writer. When that perfect idea explodes, there’s no better word. See, beautiful art come out of nowhere, to normal people, living normal lives.  And these ideas take on a life of their own as they grow, and bloom, and change the world around us. Producer Quincy Jones said it best when he described the moment as “God walking through the room.”  I agree.

A while back I got this review from a reader who had read I’m Nobody: The Lost Pages and somehow connected with it.

It was so beautiful.

I don’t cry in books

I did with this one.

There’s no words to explain how this book made me feel.

It’s amazing how powerful these words are.

I’m Finally happy.

I love this book.

As you know, I’m not a cultural Yoda pouring wisdom into the world, nor do I have mad, Hemingway-like writing skills. Not even close. But somehow, in some way, a little story idea that came into existence out of nowhere meant something to a total stranger…and, as I told my son on our midnight walk,

…that must be “magic”.

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