I've been reading "Smoke and Mirrors" for months now.... or at least trying to. I've been reading it one story at a time when time permits me. However, lately, the "ber" months have been very hectic, and I couldn't find the time to continue where I stopped. Hmmm, do I even remember where I stopped?

I really want to finish this book, and move on to another. My sisters have been bugging me since last year to read the Twilight series. Now, it has been turned into a movie and I still have not even touched the book. Sigh.

Reading books and novels has been one of my favorite pastimes. Although I still love to read, I can't seem to find the time. I used to read late at night before sleeping. Now, I am often too tired and easily doze off when I lie down. During the day, I have difficulty finding time because of the many activities, tasks, and chores I need to attend to. This is one thing I want to bring back to my routine, but just don't know how.

It was probably a year ago when I had the inkling of making a children's book. By "making", I mean writing a simple story for kids less than six years of age and also doing the illustrations for it. Well, come to think of it, I guess I'm really more excited of doing 90% illustration and 10% story.

I wanted to draw and write about fairies and princesses, about animals that talk and behave like humans, about mermaids, etcetera, etcetera.... stuff that kids enjoy. fantasies that kids escape to.

The desire remains... but no theme or storyline comes to mind. I've been too busy attending to other things.

Sometimes I wonder if this undertaking is meant for me... or am i shooting for the stars?

Is this just another illusion in my mind?

older than sin, and his beard could grow no whiter. He wanted to die.

The dwarfish natives of the Arctic caverns did not speak his language, but conversed in their own, twittering tongue, conducted incomprehensible rituals, when they were not actually working in the factories.

Once every year they forced him, sobbing and protesting, into Endless Night. During the journey he would stand near every child in the world, leave one of the dwarves' invisible gifts by its bedside. The children slept, frozen into time.

He envied Prometheus and Loki, Sisyphus and Judas. His punishment was harsher.

Ho.
Ho.
Ho.

Taken from Neil Gaimain's "Smoke and Mirrors"