I still work on magic, and most of what I practice is larger effects. It’s easy enough to stash a deck of cards, some rubber bands, and whatever else in my pocket to tinker with on lunch at work.
It’s a little more difficult to work with big metal rings or bass cups from the office break room while phones are ringing in the next room. I suppose I could keep pulling ropes through my neck. It’s quiet enough, but potentially unnerving.
I am also writing. A lot. I have a journal full of idea scraps and a system of randomly pulling scraps together. It’s been a lot of fun. While I have no doubt that some of the writing in this blog is rough, the fiction is written, re-written, proofread, and re-written again. So, I do that in my lunch breaks.
Magic needs to wait until those times between the kids, the wife, and simply unwinding.
