It has been a while, but hopefully this new approach to my book will motivate me further to get it done, and done well, and in a more reasonable amount of time. I’ve decided to write character journals as I’m writing the book. It will have multiple functions – a promotion, a preview (but no spoilers), and it will give the reader (and the writer) a stronger sense of who these people are. This is a fantasy but it’s also very much a human story. Then maybe once the book finally gets finished and published, followers of the journals will be more compelled to read about the characters lives and experiences in more detail. There’s still going to be a lot of great story telling for fans of contemporary or urban fantasy and lovers of 80’s/90’s nostalgia. So may I present, The Sleepless Journals 🙂 This is in its infancy so bear with me. https://thesleeplessknights.blogspot.com/?m=1
I guess it’s never too late to get all Celtic on ya. 😉 I got some new collage supplies today and was reading about some goddesses from Irish mythology for my book, and well, here you go. 🤗❤️☘️🇮🇪🧚🏻♀️✏️📝✍🏻
Brigid,
she knows the heat in your face didn’t come from pulling The Lovers out of a tarot deck,
she knows the blue streaks in the fire you study is an illusion, tempting you to wave your hand through the flickering daggers,
proving to everyone but yourself of your resiliency.
She knows you can grow anything you want without killing it. She drives barren hands to burrow deep into the boggy soil, to hold bulbs like a child you’ll never know.
She knows when the wells have run dry, and the battles are about to begin, yet she satiates, inspires, ignites fuses you never knew you had. #art #poetryandart #poetrylovers #brigid
$124 and the first printing of The Forgotten Words Oracle will be in the works! Deadline is Wednesday. Fingers crossed 🤞🏻🤗 In the meantime, here is another excerpt from the guidebook. st/2E8O5h5http://kck.st/2E8O5h5
Breathe
Photo taken near the rocky cliffs of Newport, Rhode Island
Some little, out of the ordinary things happen when you take the time to stand under a tree and look up no matter the season. A memory of a tall, heavenward entity that came from a miniscule seed, a curiosity about how old the tree may be, a wish to see its insides and count its rings, or an acceptance of the shelter and perspective its arms provide.
Stop where you are, look up, and take a replenishing breath. This is not so much a “stop and smell the roses,” type of message. That implies you have to wait for the right moment or place to breathe in and out and take in your surroundings. This photo was taken on a clayish kind of day when the air was heavy with an early Spring dampness. The trees were perhaps not much to look at yet. But no matter where you are and what surrounds you, take a moment to acknowledge and admire the fact that any environment can be made beautiful in your eyes.
There is no right or wrong moment or place for repose. When we think we don’t have the time for peace and reflection, that’s when we need to breathe, reset, and find an ascending light, even under the grey barrenness.
Writing Prompt – Visit a favorite park, walking trail, or a massive tree in your own backyard. Stand, but preferably sit or lie, under your chosen tree and look up. After each deep breath you take, repeat, “Bring me back and shelter me,” as many times as you need to before answering this question. What inside me do I need to continue to feed and let grow, and what do I need to starve and let die?