On the wall of my old bedroom in my grandmother’s house is a clock. It’s fancy, the kind with a pendulum. There’s a little door just below the face, and inside that splintery darkness is a tiny hook screwed into the wood of the back, and a world of possibilities
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If I wrote the book at some nebulous, marvelous point in the future and stashed it inside, it would have to be after the last time I’d looked and not found it.
Exactly. And would the time ever come when you wrote the book and stashed it in the clock, only to rediscover it in the ordinary way of "later" time rather than something from future time?
for secrets should be kept faithfully even when they’re so small
I liked this line very much. This is how you preserve magic, even if the hope of it is all you have.
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Yay! Thank you!
I think someday, I will write a story about a girl who finds a diary from her future self in a clock, and I will have the story bound up in a little leather journal and I will stash it in the clock on the wall. It will be weird and meta, but it will feel like I've closed a loop of a kind, even if that door of possibilities is still slightly ajar (I mean, hey, maybe writing it means it'll happen in some alternate universe!).
"I liked this line very much. This is how you preserve magic, even if the hope of it is all you have."
Keeping oaths and secrets and promises is such an integral part of the magic of any world - it's the least we can do to foster an environment for such magic here.
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