Dream a little dream…

A different day today…a different expression of what my life is all about…of what I aspire to. What I dream, for myself.

Today I was brave.

I hit ‘send’ on my laptop and sent a query for my epic fantasy off into the world. Scary stuff, that. So many hours, months, years invested in this story. So much love, tears, hope, doubt.

OMG! It’s like raising kids! lol

And after I hit the button, had my moment of panic, then a deep breath because wow! I did it! What next?  Ah, the decisions that pull at my writerly heart…which story is next?

I always have a couple going…sometimes more.  I need to get back to work on the follow up book for this one. Just in case, you know.

I want to finish the eco-punk fantasy I have been working on along with this one for the last year. It is about half written, which pushes it to the top of the list.  Git ‘er done.

Tonight, I gaze at the gorgeous moon. Revel in the moonlight and the scent of rain promised on the wind. I watch the bats dance above the street, sweet darlings of the air, nomming on all those pesky southern bugs.

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And I am thankful.

For days such as this, nights so sweet, and the gift of words which fill my life with magic.

I am so blessed.

What are you thankful for?

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Friday Fun and fantasies

Another gorgeous Lowcountry Friday.  Sunshine, perfect temperatures (at least for this summer loving girl), breezes off the ocean, and so many flowers in bloom it is hard to pin down a single fragrance to love the most.

The frogs are in full throat.  The anoles are courting madly.  And the big snake that likes to frequent the back porch is just huge this year.

Have I told ya’ll about the snake?  Big one, as big around as the three year old’s wrist, loooong (as in when the back is twined around the limbs of the bush beside the door, the front end is already curled inside and down along the leg of the desk inside the door), so probably about 4′, and totally gorgeous.  When we saw it coming inside the first time this spring we were afraid the kids slamming through the door might hurt the snake…so we slipped it’s tail off the branches and let it slide on into the porch and out of sight.  Next time I saw it, it was headed out of the porch under the door… I happened to open the door and there it was.  So I knelt down and gently caressed it’s back and down it’s tail.  It paused, raised it’s head and looked back at me for a long time as I continued to stroke it.  I told it what a lovely animal it was.  Then it sort of ‘shrugged’ (if snakes had shoulders, lol) and slipped through my hands and went about it’s business.  Now when it sees me, it doesn’t slither away but waits to see if I am going to stop to pet it or not.  I think we have an understanding.

I also think it is a female…and quite possibly gravid, based on just how heavy it has gotten.  Won’t that be exciting?  Lots of little snakelings racing about the yard?  😀

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now for the fantasy part… the lovely reptile reminded me of my current wip… and the drachen that live in that world.  Not ‘dragons’ in the sense we, especially in the West, think of them but actual reptiles and coming in a variety of shapes, colors, sizes, and habitats …as most species do.  Some have no legs, some aquatic, ones with wings have only two as the forelegs have become wings (no six-legged reptiles here 😉   Nor do they spit fire, although they can be fearsome creatures…particularly some of the larger ones…they are also intelligent and fiercely loyal.

I rather like this one, although the one I am most partial to in my story has ram-type horns (as some dinosaurs did) dragon wings defense - Google 検索:

What do you think?  Would you like to share your world with the drachen?

 

Fantasy Friday

What seems like a lifetime ago I used to post Fantasy Friday pictures and prompts.  Sometimes they were interesting snippets or interesting concepts which, with a weird and rampant imagination like mine can lead to very odd places at times.  Others they were photos or pictures of artwork of interest.

I love to see where other peoples’ thoughts and creativity takes them.  There is beauty and wonder in even the mundane.

Today is a Friday…and filled with wonders…and more than its share of the mundane as well.  Somehow here, on this first Friday of this new month, it seemed like a great time to bring back a little fantasy fun.  What do you think?

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MARCHing toward spring

And as we begin a new month, and look hopefully toward a new season, things here get more and more complicated.  Life is never dull.

Everything is in bloom now, it seems.  Azaleas in reds, pinks, corals, fuchsia, and white blaze across lawns.  Camellias are still in bloom and jasmine scents the air.  The dogwoods are in bloom, my pear tree’s abundance of tiny white flowers offers the promise of a bumper crop of fruit again this year.  The wisteria trail along fences, and wind through trees and shrubbery borders, spring bulbs have begun to open, and everywhere there is new green.

Beautiful yellow Sulphur butterflies were among the first arrivals and flit about the garden en mass now, along with small white butterflies and the first monarchs.

Lateral view of adult male cloudless sulphur, Phoebis sennae (Linnaeus), nectaring at smallfruit beggarticks, Bidens mitis.

Bumblebees are out on the warmer days, and I have seen some very small bees I haven’t identified yet that look like honeybees but perhaps half the size.  Anyone know what these new arrivals might be?

I have begun to see in my writing how my passion for nature colors settings: description of waves crashing against the shore, the scent of a salt marsh, details of plants and forests and landscapes…and beyond that, the way these environments influence the people and the story itself. It seems a very ‘natural’ thing to me for that connection to be present on the page just as it is present in our lives.

Then I look around and find that same connection in my pottery.  I love to create pottery. The feel of the clay,  opening to reveal the shape within.  Pots with flowers dancing down their curves,  imprints of seashells or coral, playing with natural firing techniques, finding a glaze that is exactly the right color to make a piece sing a song of the ocean, or forest, or a lovely spring day like today.

That flower child who became an earth mother seems to be finding that connection in all the things I choose to fill my life.  That is a blessing beyond measure.

 

Missed a few days here…

…some because I was just swamped with life, and then some because… I couldn’t think of anything worth sharing.

Now I’m back to try again.

Today was gorgeous. Sunny, around 80F, a soft breeze.  Birds singing, squirrels courting, azaleas, camellias, and spring flowers in mad profusion.  Children calling and laughing.  Remy, my Staffordshire, went out early and just didn’t come in.  Found her stretched out in the backyard, sunbathing.  Life is good.

On the writing front, things are … bumpy.  I am thrilled I completed the edits on Khyr’s story.  It is tighter, cleaner.  Not perfect…they never are…but I am proud of it.

The harder part is ahead.  What next?  I have a story I love.  Characters I adore and want to send out to meet the world.  So far the suggestions from those I know and care about who are part of the publishing industry (authors, editors, etc) are very very disheartening.  I am not usually one to be thin-skinned at all.  I accept critiques with delight in what I can learn and possibly improve.  I am open to advice and criticism because I want so very much to be the best possible writer I can be…

But this time…it is like ripping my soul out.

A friend whose clarity and wisdom I much appreciate suggested it is not just ‘this’ … but that it is another layer of pain and stress on top of all the monumental stress and fear we are already coping with in our day to day lives.  Another layer of hopelessness.

I want to tell you….don’t give up.  Don’t give in. We are strong enough to overcome the fear and the sorrows.  Strong enough to keep trying, to hold onto the precious things…like flowers in the morning sun, and our children’s laughter… and remember that the fight is worth it.  The human race is worth it.  Our world is worth it.

And, hopefully, in the end…maybe even just this small writer’s dream will be worth holding onto … until it is time for it to bloom as well.

 

What now?

I wanted to begin back to blogging here the first of this New Year.

Frankly I was too depressed and worried to have anything encouraging to offer.  It wasn’t just the sudden terror of the new administration…although that certainly was more than enough.  There was a lot of turmoil on the home front too.  Culminating in a court decision we never ‘saw’ coming and broke our hearts but not our spirits.  We go on.  We fight on.

Some things… these kids… this country… are too important to yield to sorrow and despair

So here we are.  February.  January and February are, traditionally, ‘winter’ here in the Lowcountry.  Not so much this year.  The camellias are in bloom.  The azaleas are beginning to open. The sun shines and it has been low to mid 70s almost every day. Can’t really complain about a ‘winter’ where you can happily play at the beach without needing sweats.

Writing continues.

THIS was my Christmas gift from my amazing kids.  A printed hardcopy of my manuscript!

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I cried, LOL!

Edits on that one are almost completed and there are others in the works.  Always a story waiting to be told. And in these days… that is a bright star on a dark night indeed.

 

Letting go…

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.

EEEK!

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!

eastern dragon: