Category: Magic

Mira’s drive to work

The next morning, Mira Cornwalth was driving to work, listening to the radio. It was depressing, like the weather. Rain hammered the windows of her old SUV, par for the course really in the temperate rainforest of Vancouver’s North Shore. She mused to herself, as she did often, why she was here.

She slowed, approaching a red light at an intersection. She knew the logical train of events leading up to now, but there always seemed to be something that she’d missed in her story. Perhaps it was the rain and greyness of the day that soured her mood. She was also late, again, and wanting to get through the traffic faster.

The lights changed and she grew impatient with the car in front not moving.

“Come on,” she moaned. She ‘bipped’ her car horn “It’s green!”

The man in the car in front gestured angrily out of the window.

Mira lowered the window in response and shouted back. “Really!” She got a spatter of driving rain in response, and quickly closed it again.

The car started moving and Mira took the opportunity to move into the left lane, hoping to get past the driver.

She turned up the radio, as the traffic report started. She’d already been caught up in one slow line because of a flooded lane. She was hoping to avoid another delay. Her boss would not be happy with her tardiness again, and she was fed up with making the same excuse.

She pulled up at another red light, this time turning right and at the head of the line. Fortunately, no-one was crossing but her fifteen-year-old SUV decided to sputter and die on her.

“No, no,” Mira complained. “Come on,” she urged, gripping the wheel with one hand while trying the ignition again.

A car horn behind her bipped.

“Yeah, well, I deserved that,” she said to herself, seeing the irony of the situation. “Come on,” she urged the car again.

She closed her eyes, rubbed her hands and placed them on the steering wheel.

There was a flash of words running around the rim and then down the steering column and into the ignition. The car sparked into life as a second car horn beeped her from behind.

“Yeah, yeah,” Mira replied, gesturing her irritation with her hands. She shifted the car into gear and started to make the turn. “Jeez.”The next morning, Mira Cornwalth was driving to work, listening to the radio. It was depressing, like the weather. Rain hammered the windows of her old SUV, par for the course really in the temperate rainforest of Vancouver’s North Shore. She mused to herself, as she did often, why she was here.

She slowed, approaching a red light at an intersection. She knew the logical train of events leading up to now, but there always seemed to be something that she’d missed in her story. Perhaps it was the rain and greyness of the day that soured her mood. She was also late, again, and wanting to get through the traffic faster.

The lights changed and she grew impatient with the car in front not moving.

“Come on,” she moaned. She ‘bipped’ her car horn “It’s green!”

The man in the car in front gestured angrily out of the window.

Mira lowered the window in response and shouted back. “Really!” She got a spatter of driving rain in response, and quickly closed it again.

The car started moving and Mira took the opportunity to move into the left lane, hoping to get past the driver.

She turned up the radio, as the traffic report started. She’d already been caught up in one slow line because of a flooded lane. She was hoping to avoid another delay. Her boss would not be happy with her tardiness again, and she was fed up with making the same excuse.

She pulled up at another red light, this time turning right and at the head of the line. Fortunately, no-one was crossing but her fifteen-year-old SUV decided to sputter and die on her.

“No, no,” Mira complained. “Come on,” she urged, gripping the wheel with one hand while trying the ignition again.

A car horn behind her bipped.

“Yeah, well, I deserved that,” she said to herself, seeing the irony of the situation. “Come on,” she urged the car again.

She closed her eyes, rubbed her hands and placed them on the steering wheel.

There was a flash of words running around the rim and then down the steering column and into the ignition. The car sparked into life as a second car horn beeped her from behind.

“Yeah, yeah,” Mira replied, gesturing her irritation with her hands. She shifted the car into gear and started to make the turn. “Jeez.”

Hopes and dreams can get lost in the day to day

When we need to focus on the detail of our day-to-day activities, we lose sight of bigger picture dreams and plans. We don’t have the time or energy to get to them. Before we know it, tomorrow becomes a week and we catch ourselves self berating when we have a moment of space and stillness.

Typically, our working life involves our rational, logical, right side of the brain. Even if our occupation is creative in nature, there’s planning and organising, and that’s without considering all the other tasks in life as parents, adults, homeowners etc. It takes time and energy and can become overwhelming quickly, preventing us from getting to that extra thing that’s for us. We lose grip of our plans despite our best efforts.

Making it sustainable

From my own life, I know that letting go of a goal but having a sustainable practice is key to moving forwards with any dream and plan. With my own writing, I started out with setting aside an hour a week, typically on a Sunday morning. I didn’t set a goal for how much I needed to achieve each session, nor how long I might take to write a novel. I just sat and wrote. I found that I enjoyed the practice, it fit into my life, and I was rewarded with what I was able to create over time. These three things have not only enabled me to sustain it and make it a habit, but I find it’s something I look forward to each week, and it’s something that I continue with today.

Ultimately, dreams and plans don’t have to get lost in the day to day if you can find even some small way to include them in your week.

How will you make your dreams and plans sustainable in 2026?

Now turning it over to you, what plans and dreams do you have for 2026? And how will you make time for a sustainable practice in your week to start to progress towards these? Feel free to share in the comments below.

And, to learn more about Mira’s adventures in the realms, buy and read Book 4 The Lost Beginnings. P.S. You’ll want to read books 1 to 3 too as that helps give the background for the other characters. All the books are available on Amazon in paperback and kindle editions. Click the button below to go to your country’s Amazon store.

Memories, dreams and feelings

I don’t know about you, but I find myself thinking back to past holiday seasons, especially those as a child. The overriding feelings and memories is a sense that so much was possible.

Without adult responsibilities, there was a freer sense of curiosity, wonder and magic. I think as adults it’s something we try to recapture for ourselves. It’s a way of going back to that innocence of the inner child.

Thinking about the characters in the Word Guardians stories, for Yas it relates to her sense of curiosity and wonder when falling into her first realm in The Battle for the Peacekeepers. So here’s an excerpt of her realising she’s somewhere magical. (To set the scene, feel free to re-read the excerpt in When Yas discovers magic).

When Yas first fell into a realm

After landing on the forest floor, mentally she checked through her body for any signs of pain. There were none. A forest scene came into focus around her. Looking up, she saw the branches of a tree between her and a blue, partly cloudy, sky. A huge trunk was at the top of her vision, behind her. It seemed so tall that she couldn’t tell where the tree ended and the sky began. There were other trees around her, but not as tall or as full of leaves in their canopies. They let in wider shafts of sunlight. Remnants of leaves she had crashed through floated down through the beams of light along with twigs, branches, nuts, and flies that had been disturbed. The tree’s limbs swished and swayed back to their original positions. As the scene stilled around her, she noticed other sounds and smells. In the distance, there was bird song. She could smell a freshness she associated with morning dew, along with damp bark and soil. The whole scene reminded her of a forest she had once visited as a child on a school trip to England. The New Forest, she remembered it being called. And this place looked so neat and tidy, as if it was new.

She chanced movement into a sitting position, incredulous that she was where she was. One minute the shop, now a forest. She figured she must have taken a bump on the head and that the world was going on around her unconscious body. Soon she’d be waking up in a hospital with her worried parents onlooking.

“Wake up,” she commanded herself. “Come on!” She tried hitting herself on the arm. It didn’t work, so she figured that she’d need to deal with wherever she was.

She heard a light rustling nearby. Its lightness suggested a small creature searching through the leaves for food. She moved her head slowly, so that she didn’t frighten it. There was still no pain. That was a good sign. From what she remembered of the view above her, it was probable that she had fallen a very long way indeed and she should have been injured. Looking to her side, she glanced movement. About ten metres away was a small grey squirrel, searching.

“Where did I put it?”

That surprised Yas. A talking squirrel. It immediately triggered thoughts that challenged her perception of reality. What was she was experiencing right now? She was clearly concussed, she figured, but what state was she in physically back at the shop? Had McVale arrived back yet from her chores? Maybe she had tried to wake her up and failed? That was a worrying thought. She’d call the paramedics, Yas reasoned. They’ll be picking me up and carting me off to hospital. That’s what would be happening now. This was her mind’s way of keeping her from the shock of serious injury. Then another line of reasoning caught up. Hold on, I only fell from a kick-step. How bad could it be?

Marrying dreams and reality

As for Yas in the above excerpt, the challenge is in allowing dreams not to be closed off in our thinking. It’s all too easy to shutdown what seems to be unlikely or impossible, based on our experience and conditioning of the world around us.

But does that mean that the magic isn’t there?

The message is all around us

The message the magic of the season is all around us. We see it in movies, adverts, books and more. At this time of year, it’s pretty much everywhere and impossible to avoid.

So, if it’s there, why don’t we see it? Often, we’re too busy performing all that we have to do in our daily lives and in preparing for the holidays that we don’t find it.

The magic of the season

So, the question is, how do you find the magic of the season? Does that curiosity and good feeling arise from watching a movie, spending time with family and friends, seeing holiday lights, or something else?

Feel free to share below what evokes the magic of the season for you, and please accept this as a gentle nudge to take some time this season to do it.

And as always, to learn more about Yas’s adventures in the realms and how her wonder and sense of magic develop, buy and read Book 1 The Battle for the Peacekeepers. It’s available on Amazon in paperback and kindle editions. Click the link below to go to your usual Amazon store.

Wishing you all a wonderful holiday season.

Delving deeper into the magic of the Word Guardians, all the stories have multiple layers. There’s additional storylines that play out which portray the development of the characters and their relationships and this is also key. I feel it is important to portray people who are believable and different.

For Yas, there’s her story of discovery of the realms, magic and the Word Guardians in The Battle for the Peacekeepers and that then leads onto questioning who is an ally and who is not. There’s the Controllers, (bad guys who my wife claims are misunderstood) who readers want to understand their motivations.  Then in the mix also is the mysterious Penn whose motivations seem to be obvious initially but then leave the reader questioning (you’ll have to read through into The Shadow Readers to answer these).

Stronger together

I particularly enjoyed writing characters that seem to blend well together, like Raelinn and Wheeler. Both are struggling in life from previous circumstances but find that they can help each other to be stronger together.

The upcoming Book 4, The Lost Beginnings, is another example of how multiple story layers come together. I’ll leave this as a teaser for now, you’ll have to wait and see how this plays out for the lead characters there, Mira and Sunyal.

What is the magic of the Word Guardians for you?

Part of the joy for me in reading is finding those parts of characters that I relate to (or feel abhorred by) in some way. It’s a window of discovery into yourself and something that I find also helps me become invested in learning how the story ends for that person. So, I’d like to ask you ‘where’s the magic for you?’ Please feel free to share your thoughts in the comments, and check out the series on Amazon using the link below.