I sit thinking about those elf ears that I had written about and how I had possibly just thought of a new race of elves for the world of Harry Potter. Finally Ella's hands have been removed and thoroughly washed off by a shower, that has been needed for a few day to clean my hand. Even so I can still feel Ella's presence. It is as if her hand has been placed on my shoulder and she is smiling at what I have written, something different and new. Something that is close to home yet different at the same time.
So why is it that I feel like I should continue writing, while Ella tell's me it is enough this is enough for now. I guess it may be that writers spark the one that could write all day long if allowed to. The one that would spend countless hours not asleep, but instead writing their heart out for something or for nothing.
I'm no queen or fabulous person that walks on my two feet perfectly, I can slightly kick a wall and fall over. Though at this moment Ella seems so graceful in my mind the way I can imagine her dancing in my room or my mind, joyous and proud for me.
For where the next chapter starts and what will happen. Well that is for page number eighty to tell and for the next chapter for the mess of myself to write.
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My Magic {Harry Potter}
FanfictionPut an Author into the fan fiction that she stopped writing, what? Get rid of her main character? What! Yet the author continues to write this, why? Because she can... when dose this description end, well it should have ended at the second question...
