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.
One day, I might grow up. (yes I am in my 40’s, but that’s just a number) As a child, all you wanted was to be a grown up. How stupid were we!
When I grow up, I might be a writer. One who flits about to different conventions, speaking to those about my world, and what it’s like to be a writer. Right now, I am content to being unknown. (I never want to be a household name, but I really should do a book signing. I’m certain there would be about 10 people who would show up. Still, it is something I should do.)
We have a local comi-con. It’s called ThunderCon. Perhaps one day I will book a table at their event, and be a real writer. Sit and watch the flow of people go by, wonder who the F I am, and why I’m at the event. One day…
Many writers and artists exist in my little town. We have events all over the city where they can showcase their abilities. I’m not grown up enough to join them, yet. My goals do not even include things such as these at the moment.
Yes one day, I might grow up. Right now, I like playing in the rain, splashing in puddles and getting all muddy. I want to keep swinging on swings, climbing trees and other fun things. Being a grown up isn’t so much fun, so I will hold off until it is necessary.
For as long as I can remember, I loved being outside with the moon. Nothing felt better than walking along with only the moon, and the odd light, to guide you. Yes I carried a flashlight, but rarely did I use it.
My friends and I used to moon-tan. People would ask us all the time what that entailed, and it is quite easy. It’s just like suntanning, but with a moon high in the sky.
I believe my youth is what started my love for all things nature. I could do so much, hear a lot, and felt like I was a part of the world around me. Of course as a kid I wasn’t aware of things like Wicca, or Pagan ideologies. It was a great feeling when I did finally learn of these things.
My upbringing wasn’t normal, to say the least. Speaking to ghosts, studying rune stones, tea leaves and other odd hobbies was a norm. Finding solace, and understanding, in nature didn’t feel that strange to me. In a world bent on self inflicted idiocy, those who worshiped the earth, and all it entailed, made more sense to me.
As a grown up, I can say that I follow those paths with vigor now more than ever.
So go dance in tomorrow’s full moon light. Let the light shining down fill you, and you may find something. Perhaps, a better you.
For many months you have been annoyed with my ramblings about the fourth novel in my series. Well, on May 20th, it became available. So this means I am going to annoy you all even more!
This novel continues the adventures Koral and Eric embark on. The two are growing up now, and so the story evolves along with them. I still don’t like it, and am patiently waiting to hear opinions from others. As always, it is available in eBook, and print. Hit up the website if you are interested.
I have begun working on book 5, which will be the last one in this particular timeline. (Don’t worry, the next novels still contain the characters you have grown to love, I just move them a little ahead in life. Of course it will be a while before you even have to think about this stuff.)
I expect book 5 to be an absolute pain to write, and see crying in my future. Alright, more like a lot of swearing.
Yes, book 4 is now available, and awaiting your remarks.
OK, wishful thinking, but perhaps one day people will start leaving reviews on the sites where they picked up my books. If you got it from someone, just hit up Goodreads!
Yes I have rambled about this before, but it is something that bothers me.
Once again I heard the ridiculous comment “You’re doing it wrong”. (Ok, I read it on another’s post.) It pertained to the way a person wrote a mystery novella. I haven’t read it yet, but I can tell you this, they wrote it just right!
According to many, MANY, people and sites, there are rules you are expected to follow. It really annoys me. There is only your way. If you are confident, and comfortable, with how you do things, keep on doing it!
I will give an example that actually pertains to me. I hate indented paragraphs. I find they look sloppy, and make the paragraph have an unfinished feel to it. Apparently, indenting is the proper way to go. I say F. U. I like the spaces. It gives it a more finished look. I will always do it this way, and if that is the one thing you constantly find wrong with my writing, you have issues. My work has TONS more wrong with it!
Honestly, if you spend more time searching the “right way” to produce your manuscript, you have more to worry about. Ramble on paper. Let your muse flow. Don’t worry about how it looks, that is why you get another set of eyes to glance at it. However, stick to your guns about parts you really do not want changed. This is your work. You poured your life into it, so make certain you keep it yours. Follow your heart, but listen to your mind.
Do your own thing.
I have done the odd giveaway through my Facebook page, but nothing that was promoted. Yesterday I launched a 2 week campaign on Goodreads. So far it’s gone better than I expected.
This giveaway is to win a free (somewhat advanced) signed copy of my newest novel, open to USA and Canadian residents. Click HERE to enter.
I say somewhat advanced, because if you live in the USA, you already have access to print copies on Amazon. That’s the problem with the print company I use. You can’t set a pre-order up. If you live in Canada, it shows that you can order it now, but will take time to get in. (Takes them 4 – 6 weeks to set it up – hence the somewhat advanced) The eBook version is available for pre-order, and will be released on June 15th.
I am really excited for this event, even though I’m not impressed with this novel. Every author has that one which there’s is just something they do not like. Apparently, this book is mine. LOL It’s still a good tale, and I hope many enjoy it.
As I said, it’s already doing better than I expected. I thought perhaps 100 people would enter in the 2 weeks. I’m already over that. So if no one else enters, I still hit the target I was hoping for.
So, click the spot above to enter, or just head over to my website. There’s a spot on the main page. (why not sign up for the newsletter as well…just hit the contact page and a pop up should annoy you)
Why do we stop believing? Why does our imagination go to sleep, and rarely show itself?
Today I began outlining a part of my next novel, and for some reason this popped into my head. Why?
Why do we allow the magic of this world to fade?
We reach a certain age, and begin to hear ‘it’s time to grow up – take on some responsibilities’. I say poppycock! The two do not have to go hand in hand. Yes you need to be responsible, and make tough decisions: be an adult. What does that have to do with growing up?
There needs to be more magic in our lives. Go back to days laying in a bed of wildflowers, listening to fairies giggle all about you. Days where your decisions depended on a daisies petals. Creating bouquets from dandelions. Rain never stopped anything from happening, only changed what was going on.
I remember picking up a stick and pretending it was a wand. “Grow taller” I would order a tree, and it would respond by stretching even higher into the sky. Standing on a cliff I would demand the wind blow harder, and it would make certain to act accordingly.
So dance in the rain! If you take children to a park, play with them. Stare at the clouds, and create a world of your own within the shapes. Use a daisy to make a choice. Play and laugh.
Bring back magic lost. You just might be better for it.