Writing tonight, trying to finish up a section this week.
Seems like every time things take an unexpected turn, there’s eating involved. Perhaps I should avoid stories with food in them.
Realized tonight, researching other writers (including this one) that my own site has gotten a bit thin. At least ten people in the past couple of months have remarked on the lack of content as well as the thin blogging (apart from the poetic divination).
So. I’ll have to look into that at some point soon.
Writing tonight, mainly to keep moving and finish this episode so I can move on to the next one. And then the one after that. And then the…
You get the idea.
So, I’m working and in my free time I’ve been dusting off my magic.
Sam discovered a deck of cards I gave him a few years ago and has been practicing sleight of hand, all of his own interest and volition. I showed him one or two simple but impressive things I’d worked on, realizing in the process that I’d grown quite rusty.
Last night, I went for broke and took a shot on my best and most impressive card trick — something that’s very difficult to practice alone, something that’s very scary to perform.
Something I’d only read about once, in a magazine article about Ricky Jay. When I read the article, I said to myself “I know how he did that.”
Spread out the cards in front of someone. Ask them to pick theirs, without touching it: “Just hold it there, in your mind, as if it were between your fingers.”
Then shuffle the deck, follow whatever suitable steps are needed to demonstrate that (a) you don’t know what the card is and (b) there’s no possible way you could know where it is.
Then, turn over their card.
I did it last night, successfully, and Sam looked like a bomb had gone off underneath his chair.
I’ve only done it twice before, this trick — once with Sam when he was young and once with Keeley. Both times were successful. I’m starting to wonder if it’s not that difficult a trick after all.
I don’t know. It scares the hell out of me.
Got done writing tonight to find that more bombs were going off.
Seems like it never ends.
Not sure If I’m talking about the book or the bombs at this point.
But tomorrow night, I’m doing crop circles.
Watch this space.