Dreaming of Poppies
You might be wondering why I’ve chosen an image of a poppy to represent my editing business (no, it’s not because I’m an opium fiend). Aside from its obvious striking beauty, this flower embodies everything I love about great stories.
As soon as I glance at one, the rich color immediately signals that it is not an everyday bloom. It isn’t mundane or familiar like the day-to-day reality that makes up a significant chunk of my life. Instead, it exists in a moment that is perpetually vibrant and intriguing, just like the characters in a well-crafted novel.
When I inspect a little closer, my eye is drawn to a multitude of shapes and patterns. The large black splotches ground the petals with a feeling of structure, almost like the points of conflict within a narrative arc, while their darkness only serves to further highlight the surrounding brilliance.
This entices me to keep looking, until I become entranced with the intricate detail in the center… which, like every successful plot twist, is unexpected and yet makes perfect sense.
As that sinks in, my eye wanders slowly out, led by the subtle texture on each fragile, soft-edged petal as the color seems to bleed off into the space around it. It’s a part of me now, and I’m no longer sure where the flower ends and I begin.
But that’s perfectly okay, because it’s this uncertainty that is the seed of every fantasy, every dream.
And it’s a magical thing.