Knowing Things

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One thing about writing, you need to know things. You always hear ‘write what you know’. Everyone appears to know stuff. I, however, do not.

It’s a sad state of affairs, knowing nothing, but I make it work. I go around, pretending to know things, and so far I’m pretty certain I’ve faked out everyone. So shhhh.

My writings are fantasies, dreams, and from the imagination of children. Magic, fairies, dragons, all things I know nothing about. Guess that’s what makes this writing gig so much fun!

I believe in magic. Just look around, and you can find it in so many places. My beliefs are based on the earth I walk on, barefoot. I close my eyes, and hear fairies calling. They like to dance about the yard, which is why you see dandelion seeds float about, where there isn’t a wisp of wind to be felt. These things I feel with my heart and soul, but I know nothing about them.

Well, I guess I know some stuff. I know my imagination is a tad weird, and my way of thinking is as well. I know people tend to wonder about me, and of how I think. They don’t appear to get my meanings, and I often confuse them. I also know that is their problem, not mine.

So now I end this little post, and wonder if I can find the time to write, and perhaps, know some new things. One can only hope!

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Beauty, Inspiration, and Gratitude

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So many things in my world can be described this way. In fact, I describe most of my days this way.

The delicate beauty and inspiration found in the soft fluttering wings of a hummingbird, to the raw, intense beauty and inspiration felt during a thunderstorm. I am grateful to experience both.

My latest inspiration comes from my lilies. I have many, you see, and even though summer is marching past far to quick, they continue to bloom. A reminder to me that summer is still here, and we should not rush its passage. We are human, however, and tend to dwell on what is ahead.

Live in the now is a far better idea.

These are my back garden lilies. There is 1 more still to bloom. How can I not find inspiration in this?

I think the middle one is going to make it into this novel I am writing. (Or the next) I do write fantasy, so having a white lily with a yellow center have some signifigance is required…right? It will be rare, of course, and quite difficult to find. A harrowing quest to save someone who is dying. The lily being the only way to counteract a poison/venom/disease. Or perhaps, it is the poison.

So easy to find inspiration in the beauty of a lily. How can I not be grateful for this amazing life I have been given?

All that is left would be to keep Vader from playing in them.

A Whisper From The Wind

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Today I am lucky to have another sunny morning, with a light breeze. Where I live, a light breeze is welcome. (the lake likes to give us gusting wind) The soft kiss on my cheek to let me know the wind blowers are still about. One should never take the wind blowers for granted.

They are brothers and sisters, in a constant battle for supremacy. Some days they work in unison, but usually they like to fight. Just watch the clouds as they float by. Some are pushed one way, and other the opposite. “Don’t push your clouds to me,” they holler at each other. Us mortals only hear it as wind whistling through the trees. Sometimes they rage, and if you are on the sea, you suffer the wrath.

I enjoy when the breeze is about. My windchimes tell dark spirits to stay away, and help fairies flit about the petals of my flowers. When a dandelion is ready to burst its white seeds, a breeze helps them dance. “Farewell” say the fairies, for it is they who nurtured the dandelion to this point. They are sad for only a breath, for more flowers require their attention.

Today I will listen to the whispers. The wind has many stories, and if you listen with your imagination, you might be lucky enough to hear one.

It’s March 1st

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Yes, another lame title. Go with it folks.

Today marks the first day of March. Spring is just around the corner, and I’m certain most people are getting antsy for warmer weather.

Spring and Fall are my favourite seasons. With spring comes new things. For many, you look at it as time to start anew. Perhaps create something new, take on a new adventure, or just something simple like becoming a new you. Personally I think it’s a great time to change things up.

I look at spring as crunch time. I’m releasing book 4 this June, so spring hitting means ‘move your butt’. The last little bits need to be brought together, and make sense. It’s an awesome time.

I also look forward to being able to get outside more. Nothing is more relaxing than writing outside. The soft breeze, and warm sun, make it an absolutely perfect setting. I am going to be planting a vegetable garden, something small, so I have that to look forward to. So many reasons why spring is an awesome time.

The temperature might still be on the cold side, but it won’t be long until the snow is all gone, birds are chirping, and flowers are blooming all around. Perfect time to do something different, and wonderful. Don’t let this inspirational time go to waste.

 

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Reading – Genre’s – blah blah blah

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Couldn’t come up with an interesting title for this blog, so that’s what you get!

For those of you who have been following my constant ramblings, you know I write fantasy. As a kid, I read many different kinds of books, and some were fantasy. However, I loved mystery. Nancy Drew, Hardy Boys; loved them! My sister was into Sweet Valley High, so I read all those too. Choose your own adventure were awesome as well, and it goes on.

I believe mystery was thanks to my Nana. She loved them! As I got older, I read Agatha Christie, and never figured out who did it. There was also Ellery Queen; those were wonderful reads. Even a few Sherlock Holmes crossed my path. I actually wrote a mystery short story in high school. When it was finished, I used it as fire starter. I didn’t do that because I thought it was terrible, I wrote it, read it, went ok now what, and burnt it. Don’t ask, it was how I work. (luckily I don’t do that now..lol) So many different authors came through, but later in life, I got into fantasy.

I always lived in a fantasy world. Spent my summers at camp (for you non-NWO people, cottage or lake) Barely any technology, so you relied on your imagination to get you through the day. I remember walking through the woods, singing to the trees. Or days where I conversed with the wind, and listened to the bubbling song from the creek. The spirits of the earth are strong when you are away from the bustle of life. So easy to see the magic in the world too.

I don’t know many people who actually read fantasy. I also don’t expect them to start just because I write it. I do, however, wish those who bash it, and sci-fi, would give it a chance. The only genre I don’t like is romance, but I don’t go around ridiculing it. I’m aware it’s just not my thing.

So go and read, or imagine. Anything to spark your mind in a way your day to day life can’t. Amazing things can happen.

Wish I Could Hide In My World

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Right now, I really do. Melarandra is at war in one area, and most others aren’t safe at all. In my world, however, it would be far easier to find a cabin in the woods, and hide out there. Here, people wonder where you went, and it turns into a big deal. Probably why I love to write. I can turn into a crazy recluse, and it’s all good.

Hiding in a cabin, in the woods…how wonderful that sounds. Strolling through the trees, listening to birds chirp. Or sitting by a stream, and hearing the soft babbling. Are they really birds? Or elves signalling your passage? What is the stream saying? Come take a dip, it will ease your soul. Then head home, curl up in front of a fire, and watch the flames dance. Warm cup of tea in hand, and perhaps a book, or paper to jot down your day. Better yet, a thunderstorm hits. The booming and crashing wakes your imagination even more, then passes leaving the soft drum of raindrops on the roof, lulling you to sleep. So many ways it can wake your imagination.

Oh to find that sense of peace, even for a moment. To only have to focus on the now, and not the future. What a wonderful idea that is!

 

 

Creating Melarandra

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Creating a fantasy world is easy, and seriously difficult. It is an enigma, and I am having a groovy time with it. I wish I could remember how I came up with the name. As with most of the names, places, and even story ideas, I probably woke up at 3am and went “hey that’s a great idea!” Muses are jerks.

To make my world, I read up on things. Finally I decided it was a fantasy world, what is up with rules? My world does not follow our world guidelines. Why would it? It is a fantasy. I just went with what I thought suited the first story, and elaborated on that. My search engine is filled with ideas on torture, war techniques, and other things of the sort. Beginning the world was easy!

People though…ugh. In books based in our world, you can search out people and their families. I made mine up. Deciding to do the Order of Maget Trilogy (one year soon) made me have to go deeper than I had originally done. Royal families needed to be created back further than I was going to have listed. 500 years worth. They now have names, how long they ruled, and who succeeded them. With having 2 royal lines who can rule, it made it even more fun. Probably why I have it down to one now. Easier to follow! I also had to create the head of the Maget Order for the 500 span it existed. (Looking forward to writing the trilogy.)

I know how the bloodlines continue from where book 1 starts. Not all have names of yet. I tend to have those pop into my head at the strangest of times. Kind of like storylines. I will be writing and poof, how I will link it into a book 2 away from the one I’m doing. It’s crazy, and a lot of fun…ish.

Now it’s down to who dies, who lives, and who goes a little crazy because of it all. It really never stops, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.