Magicians are real

I'm one. A magician, that is. Ok, before you go calling me a narcissist, let me explain. Most of us human beings are magicians, in the sense that we can create things completely out of our own imagination, and sell them. Think about that. People can take physical things--wood, metal, food ingredients, cloth--and make marketable items with them. That's a very cool skill to have. My dad was like that. He could take a boring piece of wood and turn it into a gorgeous cutting board, a cabinet, or a sail boat. But all those other endeavors involve physical capital, right? You need some raw silver to make silver jewelry, and you need some teak to make a cutting board. So there this capital outlay involved, whether that involves going to the grocery store, ordering fabric, and so on. But with writers and musicians, the capital expenses are tiny, sometimes even non-existent. A writer needs nothing more than paper and pen, or, at most, something to type with or speak into. A musician often needs an instrument--but not always: a singer can concoct a song in her head and attract huge audiences just to hear their voice. #BobbyMcFerrin, a master vocalist and musical wizard, drums on his own chest and creates vocal sounds that brought him wild fame. He never even had to pick up a guitar or write down a thing. He created it all from his human form alone. Writers are lucky. So are musicians. We can create things from our imagination--stories, characters, events, settings, musical melodies...and sell them to people. This is what has me excited about my two projects: a novel I finished almost a year ago and I'm editing, and a second novel I am just finishing up the first draft on. Both are set in Florida, and both have #police investigators as their main character. Big surprise, huh? Well, there will be surprises, I can assure you. Stay tuned--magic is coming.