A literary-minded witch gives you a choice: with a flick of the wand, you can become either an obscure novelist whose work will be admired and studied by a select few for decades, or a popular paperback author whose books give pleasure to millions. Which do you choose?
Ah now this is a predicament. One that has made me think and also made me WISH that either I was a literary minded witch or that I could meet one.
In my head she is petite enough to live in amongst the books in libraries and lost book shops slowly drawing folk to the books that will enhance their lives. She is the reason for the pull of a book and sometimes when she slips up (she is clumsy) a book literally jumps out at you…
Any way on to the conundrum that has been presented.
While I think everyone who has an appreciation for the great and good in literature will have some desire to be that profound, potentially misunderstood, author there must be something fantastic about being a prolific and successful writer person. Knowing that people are waiting with bated breath to read your next offering must be amazing and terrifying.
I guess for the sake of making a living (sensible) and making people happy (aw bless) I would ask my fairy witch folk to make me a paperback writer. It sounds like a lovely calling.