I’ve read many of my books twice or more. When I take the time to really look at things—and at people—I love, I end up falling in love all over again.
For instance, I write in bed, and I do it very early in the morning. Most of the times (if not all) my Piano Man is sleeping right next to me. I glance at him every once in a while, and notice a sleepy smile I hadn’t seen before. Sometimes I find a new sexy freckle on his shoulders, his back… Or he cocks his leg in the most seductive of ways. I love those moments.
My doing-it-twice-or-more habits are not exclusive to reading or to Piano Man watching. I do the same with my writing. I rearrange sentences, paragraphs, chapters… to see if they help my fiction flow. And, of course, I do it with Pagan Culture.
Last night, I was looking at Skully (the girl who lives in my banner ↑). I needed something fun to make me forget the fact that I need to read a 700 page book for school, and I already know nothing really happens in the story. So there I was playing with my blog as I listened to the textbook... I got really close to my laptop screen, and examined Skully’s face paint. I gasped: she has daisy-like circles around her eyes! I had noticed the mask, of course, but never thought of it as daisies. Shelly is a freaking genius. I LOVE daisies and she knows it.
Isn’t it wonderful to rediscover one’s own treasures?