Never ending story

I’m in that paradoxical place of wanting to know how my book works out but actually not wanting it to end as I have enjoyed inhabiting its world so much. It’s the 3^rd book in a long trilogy so I’ve been living there for some time now. Retreating into a magical world to be consumed by the concerns of others is a great way of taking me out of myself and my own worries. At first glance this trilogy might not seem up my street as the main character is an assassin. However, I have really enjoyed the concept of “Skilling” whereby a few of the characters are able to connect with each other through thoughts alone. I tried something similar with my best friend once and it didn’t work – it’s the stuff of stories and I prefer regular ways of communicating. But there was a bit I read last night that I found very powerful, in which “the Fool” discovered when he entered the main character’s thoughts, that he really was loved, it hadn’t just been words.

My son and I have been at odds a fair bit recently and it surprises me – I feel SO much love for him and yet we still fall out and shout, and I wonder if he really actually knows just how large my love for him is? I love lots and lots of people massively and they probably don’t really know, cos it can be hard to “know” that, I think. I’ve written before about how we love each other way more than we have a picture of. If only we had the Skill to get in touch with that, and recognise just how very loved we are.