It has been a wild couple of weeks…so before we get to the best part of a Friday (fantasy of course) a quick update on all the goings on. Long story short: drove to Georgia, nabbed my best writer friend and her daughter, headed for New Orleans to meet up with another long-time writer friend and go to their writers’ group meeting. So much fun. Great people, great time.
Before we came home, we went to Pas Christian beach and it was wonderful to see the ocean there. So many memories shared.
Horrendous storms on the way back…think hour upon hour of torrential rains so heavy that cars were barely doing 25-30 on 70-75mph freeways. Nonetheless, we all got home safely, and that is what really matters.
Now, back in the Lowcountry, autumn pounced upon us and I am less than thrilled to bid my beloved summer farewell and accept autumn’s chilly embrace. This too shall pass.
Meanwhile, there are books to be written and decisions to be made. NaNoWriMo hovers on the horizon, beckoning writers with the hope of many MANY words to be gained.
What to write? I could, perhaps even should, try to finish up Truian’s story. 50K ought to do it. And yet there is the lure of getting a good jump on Aedin’s story, the sequel to Khyr’s book. And in the background Mathias and Ronyn are both begging to have their turn. Decisions. Decisions.
Today started with an extra fun bonus… it was Walk Your Kids to School day. An effort to encourage our children (and a whole lot of parents from the looks of it) to get out of the car and get some fresh air and exercise.
We parked about a mile from the school and joined a group of other parents and kids headed for the elementary school. A few minutes in it was obvious I have raised a ‘real’ walker as he grew impatient with the casual strolling surrounding us. What is the point if you can’t stretch your legs and get some energy pumping? Got to admit, he had a point. After I dropped him at the school, I got to walk back alone…and minus the constraints of escorting the kids…I was off and power walking the way the kids and I have all their lives, even when they were in strollers. I cut across to avoid trampling those enjoying a more leisurely pace, got to enjoy the cool autumn air, see deer grazing in the cemetery, egrets wading the edge of the marsh, and celebrate the joy of just being alive.
Afterwards, it was off to my friend’s house for a bit more landscaping…and rolling her huge room size oriental rug and carrying it outside, where it was unrolled for a good cleaning prior to her parents’ arrival for a visit.
The rest of the day sped past in a flurry of menial but unavoidable errands but tonight is warm, peaceful and quiet. I finished it with a nice long walk under the full moon.
Life is good.
Finally, after long weeks …months… of stubborn determination that somehow she would hatch her (unfertile) eggs… Scooter gave up. She pushed her final egg from the nest and came up to the top of her cage to feed for the first time since she began sitting.
Now I have cleared her sad reminder of no much wanted nestlings and she is happily shredding her new bedding. Welcome back, Scooter.
There has been a lot of ‘letting go’ this month. Leaving NY and my beautiful daughter, hubby, and Squid there. Letting go of a many decades old friendship… trying to find the new left within it…and accepting that this introvert must let go and allow ‘new’ friends inside. So outside my comfort zone. Time for changes. Time to let go.
And I let go of Khyr. I finished those first edits and handed him to my beta readers. So scary.
And then sat here in total disbelief that for the first time in …how long… I don’t have Khyr to keep me company.
It isn’t I don’t have lots of stories started to play with…but the ones I do ‘for fun’ are not my big loves… not my Aerlinn or Khyr. So Mathias, Ronyn, Nevar, and Luach will wait…and I will play with them each in turn between major writing sprees on whoever comes to fill this enormous void Khyr has left.
And then he came. His name is Truian (True-yen…with a very soft second syllable) and we are still getting to know each other but I already feel how strong, and stubborn this man is going to be, And he loves dragons. Who can resist that?
So in keeping with our introduction to Truian… dragons for Fantasy Friday. Enjoy!