To my readers, from this imperfect author...
Who is chronically late and deeply thankful that you're here.
Dear readers,
For the first time since opening this space, I am talking to you directly. I have often wanted to send out a snazzy presentation or a smart explanation of just what it is I aim to accomplish here. Even just a simple ‘Hey, I’m the author, nice to have you here.’ Yet every time I tried, my brain and my fingers refused to cooperate.
So I remained in hiding, and sent my characters and verses to talk to you instead. I stayed in the background, hoovering the corners and rearranging the furniture, still uncertain on my goals here. Meanwhile, my supply of stories was thinning, and I found myself scrambling through last-minute drafts and edits. Still, I was clinging the hope that I could find enough time to at least finish the ones I had started. The Sylvester is still stranded in space after all, and Maggie and Orangio are still walking towards that café.
Then came Covid and I was in bed for days, unable to eat and with a fever that kept bouncing up and down like a kid on a trampoline. It took me a few weeks to make a full recovery, and by then, June was gone.
I am coming back now, after more than a month without writing. And I’m taking this opportunity to talk to you, finally, without a filter.
First of all, thank you.
Thank you for being here, in this space, with me.
Thank you to all who read my stories as soon as they land in your inbox.
Thank you to all who told me they wait until they have enough time to savour them.
Thank you to all who haven’t read a single one, but still subscribed to support me.
Thank you to all who landed in this space, took a tour and left.
Thank you no matter who you are, no matter your amount of interest.
You are here, you have been here. You matter to me, to this writer.
This imperfect author who is constantly chasing a dozen ideas and having them slip away, unfurl like ribbons, spread everywhere like glitter. The glitter you never get rid of regardless how many times you deep clean.
This messy writer who never has a supply of stories stacked up neatly in her laptop.
This scribbler whose Notes app is full of beginnings with no middle or ending.
This plot hunter whose characters often talk and think more than they act.
This fantasy peddler whose imagination only activates at night, when the subconscious takes over.
Thank you from this writer who is still figuring out her ‘being writing’, so that she can get more ‘have written’.
I love that you’re sharing this journey with me. I’ll do my best to make it interesting.
Magnolia Fay
To my readers, from this imperfect author...
I freaking LOVE all your glittery ideas and can't wait to receive more of them!!! Rooting for you every day and also reminding you to rest when you need it and let your creativity flow as it desires! <3