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I laughed. Immediately. I’m
laughing as I’m typing this. Because I knew that it would not be twenty-five thousand words. Later I heard her tell Jeaniene Frost about it, and I could hear her laughing through the phone. It’s funny, because in her heart, Ilona honestly believed that it would be a short, simple, uncomplicated story. Whenever she says that about a new work, she is
absolutely sincere. And it never ends...
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As long as you had electric light, it gave you an illusion of safety and control.
Any sufficiently advanced technology was indistinguishable from magic, and this was magic.
Cute fluffy foxes who leave you destitute.
“When you are young, you think that happiness is made of big triumphant moments. Getting your driver’s license. Graduating. Getting accepted into a college of your choice. Your wedding day – that’s a big one. But when you get older, you realize
that those are the moments you remember, but they are so rare. If you want to be happy, you look for joy in small things. A cup of your favorite coffee. A good book. Vegging out on the couch after a long, hard day at work. Some people might say those are moments when you are content, not happy. But I will take what I can get, and right now this is a moment.”
Normal had packed its bags and left the building.
My time was almost never my own. I loved my children with all my heart, but they made constant demands on me. They required attention, especially when they wanted to be ignored.
The carousel of household bills went round and round, from the expected utilities to the inconvenient emergencies of broken appliances and annual repairs. Everything had to be done. Everything had to be taken care of. My life was so busy, at times it felt like I dissolved into it. I was getting older and older, time was flying
by, and I was powerless to stop it. Millions of moments and all of them taken.
