PERSONAL ESSAY
The Revelation of a Book Wizard Whose Magic Saga You’d Want to Read
Writing dark mystery series revolutionized my life
Reading life straight through…
When a large enough supply of tears was forced into my eyes by some hydraulic process, my parents finally agreed to let me go to an evening after-school class for little tricksters. Many elders considered it a waste of time. And Victor (being a lean, long-backed, stiff-necked, with a great quantity of snow-white hair everywhere old weirdo, who had forsaken his daily respectable employment for a dubious occupation as a magic teacher) didn’t excite a qualified approval from the majority of our villagers.
Victor was an old wizard, and I became his little assistant. It didn’t last long, though. I used to always talk about being a Magician one day. My parents grew heated with angry desperation to bring me to a sober mind, and my desire grew softer till completely killed by the opposition.
I realized only a few years ago how I can make my childhood dream less chimerical.
I am a woman that turned over the leaf of her life to bring about a new happy page. I left my work after the death of a very dear person because I decided to fulfill my childhood…
