Like most people I know in 2011, I chafe at the constraints of time across my days – and my nights. I feel stifled and bound by a reality with four dimensions – annoyed most by the iron fist of time. What more could I accomplish if only I possessed the ability to transcend that frustration, blessed with the ability to bend time to my will? Ahhh…the unlimited hours I’d spend nourishing my relationships with loved ones…the books I’d write…the recipes I’d conquer...the extra sleep I’d manage….
On the other hand, would I be doomed instead to replay the same day over and over again in some existential limbo, a la Bill Murray in Groundhog Day? That’d suck -- I dislike predictability more than I dislike a lack of time, and I am not interested in reaching enlightenment…I just want more hours to enjoy the life I have, unenlightened mundane parts and all!
Then it occurs to me: I get to transcend time every time I sit at my keyboard and write, drawn into the lives of the characters I love, creating worlds of time for them in each story. In telling their stories, I can create a hero who can perceive more than our usual four dimensions, or I can fling my heroine back in time and into the arms of her soul-mate. In writing, I can and do bend time to my will.
Besides…sleep is over-rated, right???
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