FOURTH WING AND CHRISTMAS
OKAY. FOURTH WING? THE IRON FLAME?! THE EMPYREAN SERIES?
I know every book person has been freaking out about this series for like a year, but WOW. I just want to swim in it.
I keep finding myself daydreaming, fantasizing, and thinking about the dragons, characters, and world. I know it’s not necessarily a place to fantasize about, since death and stuff, but it’s just done so incredibly well to make every part of it seem desirable. I loved the chit chat between characters, the way dragons are written, the fighting scenes, the spicy scenes, the buildups, the plot twists…ugh.
The fact I have now began two INCREDIBLE series this year truly gives me so much hope into the future somehow.
Like, it’s been years since there’s been a series that has caught my interest the way The Empyrean Series and The Dark Tower series now have. Both of them somehow make me a better thinker, while simultaneously making me a better person through the spiraling thoughts. Maybe with a lot more anxiety, but I don’t know how it could be MORE anxiety — maybe just like replacing anxious thoughts with different anxious thoughts lmfao. They have these bits of magic weaved into them that allow so many connections into our world with their worlds demise, but still provide stories of friendship, hope, and love. Like, we just got to keep fucking going.
It’s gonna be alright, because even in the worst moments there’s the magic.
Speaking of magic, the lack of magic during Christmas this year was abysmal. Sadly so. Up until the day of when I got to see the babies open up their gifts, and Remi got most of what he asked for and he beamed at us with such joy it made my heart sing. Then…then I felt all the magic in the world. But every other part just felt meh.
I hate that at this point Christmas is turning into a corporate celebration when we have the power to celebrate Christmas however we so choose. Which I know means we don’t have to do all the corporate shit, but it’s so apparently in your face.
And it is a blessing that we have the freedom to do whatever on Christmas, and if we choose to only celebrate Christ or to only decorate without putting a focus on religion or to only exchange gifts or whatever else — that’s up to me, you, us. We just need to find a sense of unity, connection, and boundaries within ourselves. Ways to celebrate, ways to play. I just need to incorporate more into my own traditions, as I think before now it’s always been dependent on what others were doing and where we were invited. I’ll have to be better at that next year.
But anyways, I can feel myself getting better at life in general. I’ve been getting back to things that bring me the purest form of joy, and I’m beginning to get more disciplined in terms of those habits becoming apart of my everyday routine. I’m making better choices for myself, and slowly things are falling into place.
The second part of The Mirrored Universe is flowing so much lately. I think after a lot of thought I am going to self publish again. I would love to be traditionally published, but I think that’s a small egotistical part of me. Traditionally publishing comes with more respect, but I’ve never been one to do something just because it looks good specifically to someone else.
I think I’ll know when it will feel right.
I’m just trying to do things as low-key and as best as I can. I’m doing a lot of praying, but also channeling into so many uncomfortable parts of myself and the world. Testing myself in multiple ways. Spring cleaning.
The real shitty part is that winter hasn’t even actually started where I live. so I’m afraid it’s going to last until June or some shit. I hope not. Even though Rems has been begging for snow to “sled and ice-skate.”
I guess I’ll make the best of whatever season comes.
