Monday, November 13, 2006

All the time in the world...

When I was a little girl, I wanted to be Glynda. You know, the Good Witch of the North? All of my friends lusted after Dorothy's red shoes, but me? I never quite got past Glynda's sparkling dress, jeweled crown, and fairy wand. But most of all, I wanted her magic.

No one, but no one, wanted to be the Wicked Witch of the West.

I think it was the monkeys.

And then there was Samantha Stephens. Oh, to have the power to do magick with a little twitch of the lips. Instantaneous magick, where situations and people and things morph at the will of the witch in question. Now, I believe in magic and miracles. I do. But real life magic is quite the opposite of the Bewitched-style smirky-quirky-twitch. Slooooooow and requiring effort and greath strength of will and skill.

Instant gratification has its advantages.

And then there is Harry Potter and his wizarding friends, who point a carved stick at something, say a word of power or two, and BOOM. Flashes of light ricochet off the walls, impressive sounds come out of nowhere, and voila! Magical things happen. Coolness personified.

So, what supernatural powers would I choose? Faery glamours might come in handy -- I'd love to have the ability to change my appearance and demeanor at will to suit the occasion, or even to become invisible on the rare occasion I might make a Wal-Mart run sans makeup and run into someone I know. I'd love to be able to write 30 pages in six hours, heh -- that seems a bit like magic from where I'm sitting. Teleportation, yeah baby. Verrrrrrry handy, that. But the one thing I'd like best to be able to do is to manipulate time. As in, to make more of it, or to make something dull but necessary {can you say WORK? I thought you could...} pass faster.

Sign me up for Mistress of Time, please. I promise I'll be gentle.

Love to all,

Mad {madly!}


AnnofIreland said...

Ah, Mistress of Time, I too wanted to be Glynda. The red shoes were overrated, IMHO. LOL

Love your blog, love your spirit, love you talent.


Madelyn Alt said...

Awww, thanks, Ann! Hey, I'm glad to see you here! BTW, you get the booby prize for being the first reader to post on this new private blog, LOL.

Re: the red shoes -- I know! So they sparkled, big whoop-de-doo. They weren't actually necessary in order for her to get home. They were just a showy talisman. The real magic was in her heart.


Mad {madly}