I have been consistent in writing nonfiction for the past decade; nonfiction pertaining to today as well as historical nonfiction for intermediate and middle-grade readers. I have done a fair job of presenting my material in, not only an educational manner, but an entertaining fashion as well.

I am learning my craft through writing my craft. Are not we all?

The learning process is a grandiose bell curve. This is not coming from a Statistician, I won’t bore you with details of the scope of a writer’s learning curve. Please do keep in mind, though, that this learning has plenty of room for error.

The lessons that come in learning this writing craft are profound.

Nonfiction, not necessarily life, is without magic these days. I am desperate for magic in my life not to mention my writing. I realize that this is what we are all desperate for, a little magic. Isn’t this why we flock to film, to television and yes to novels. For the magic, we’ll do anything.

As Alfred Hitchcock once said, “Drama is life with the dull bits cut out.”

I never imagined writing fictional fantasy. Nor have I ever desired to write such fiction. In fact this is not something that I have read much of.

My work in progress has taken a 190 degree turn to the left (or is this the right? Never mind political correctness here.) As ironic as this may appear, my desperation for magic in my writing and magic in my life, magic is what my manuscript resonates.

Luck may have found me here, as it seems that fantasy is what readers crave. It seems to reason that fiction/fantasy is my reading genre for the months ahead.

And while I immerse my imagination in fantasy-fiction and practice my writing, I must continue my fiction for Intermediate readers. “Big Horn Catchmequick” is to be completed by the end of August.