Searching for a place – thoughts about happiness, and my little rejected short story

The search continues!

The search for a place for this haunted little short story to fit. “Haunted boy” jus got rejected the third time, which isn’t that much I know. I eve received a personalized rejection, asking me to send in more of my writing in the future. I still like to reflect on these moments in which things don’t work out. Sometimes, it all falls into place, almost like magic, and life has this special kind of spark. I tend to cling to these moments, to draw energy from them in all the different times to come. Sometimes it feels as if there was an emptiness somewhere deep inside of me that lives of chasing these moments, and that is what keeps me going.

The moment I keep in mind these days is not so far away. I am thinking of last autumn, when I was in Paris and London, met a someone so dear to me who’s usually more far away, was accepted into a theater project through my blog texts, and had a short story accepted for publication. I remember how the air felt different, as it had learned to sparkle. Also, those moments taste like maple-hazel latte, since I had only ever tried that hot drink in London and can’t get it where I live. And I shared it with someone.

My final thought on these special moments is that the universe does not care about these recipes. It has a lot of surprises ready, and sometimes the gray moments in between are longer than expected. I tend to feel the need to reproduce this happiness, by travelling to the same places, eating the same things, and searching for the same people, but it might still be different. For me, this is where daydreams come from, and where the strength to send out manuscript after manuscript can be recharged.

And still, the search continues, for I believe in magic.