It's been too long since I indulged my liking for potions. Since losing my job at MAC last April in the Chinese year of the water-snake, lots of illusions have given way to glorious future plans and prospects. First, the knowledge and acceptance that I will NEVER be happy until I am independent and self-employed, preferably as a writer, artist, and overall creative entrepreneur. Unlike poor Snape, I'm not cursed with a brand hotlinked to my boss. When my last boss dismissed me, I said "see ya" — both to her wide behind, and the illusion that left my grandfather and uncle stranded high and dry just before retirement: The idea that you're anything more than a tool to a company, no matter how high you rise in the ranks. And, you can be replaced, at any time.
Me? I'm priceless. It's time to acknowledge it. The question is no longer, "are you a good fit for our company" but, "is your company a good fit for me." The answer? No, it ain't. Not on a permanent basis, at least. As someone with an entrepreneurial spirit that's been percolating under the surface of my life for many years, it's a joy to feel like it's finally coming together in a formula that will not only succeed, but be a pleasure to put energy toward.
These days, I'm indulging my writerly passions as often as I can despite an eye-watering, pre-dawn start to my day at my hospital animal-research laborer job. No, I don't get to work with animals, and I'm afraid I don't wish to. I wouldn't mind working in a laboratory, though. My main project as far as career is concerned is a tribute to my love of natural health, and of the legacy my animus-work with Snape brought me during one of my life's darkest periods: An herbal series called Wild Brews, in which I offer recipes of all sorts for brewing your own tasty drinks and "potions" at home. I angle toward the practical more than the magical, since I'm a practical girl and I want to give my readers confidence in my product. I am, after all, not only a witch and mage but a Geosciences and Technology major! Humour and whimsy go into my work, but so do quality and hard, trusted facts. It's why my Power-name isn't "Silver Whisper Moonshadow" but to-the-point Severa. Call me Sev.
Thus the mantle of my continuing "apprenticeship" with Snape lives on — not only in my fiction, but in these useful and warm-hearted books. Which are, rest assured, a lot more approachable on a daily basis than a bitter and cynical old master.
Nevertheless, my robes still lie folded at the end of my bed.....
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