This Word of the Day Wednesday is inspired by Daley Downing’s book Rulers and Mages.
A few months ago, my friend asked what I was currently reading. I told her about the impressive YA book that I was lucky enough to “early read” called Rulers and Mages. She then asked, “What is a mage?”
I puffed out my chest all knowingly and said, it’s like a wizard….. a warlock…. a fairy…. yes, it must be Faye-related because the book is bursting with magic and fairies.
Anyway, I wasn’t convincing of my absolute knowledge of magical terminology.
She gave me a knowing look and I sheepishly Googled it for us.
Here is what I found:
So that is the exact definition according to Oxford Dictionary. No more faking it for me for a while.
If you haven’t read Downing’s The Order of the Twelve Tribes series yet, you really should. (That I do know.)
You guys, I jumped on the Bitmoji bandwagon.
How fun and narcissistic that we can turn ourselves into caricatures?!
Anyway, I’m totally getting a kick out of it while (I’m sure) simultaneously annoying friends and family with my Bitmoji updates.
I hope you all have a fabulous week. I’ll see you all on Word of the Day Wednesday.
Happy Monday everyone. What are you looking forward to this week (big or small)?
Have you ever heard a song and felt each note was a significant moment in your life?
That’s how I feel about the song, “Big Country” by Béla Fleck.
We played it at our wedding and every time I hear it, it resonates within me. Like a soundtrack to my life, images flash before my eyes. Beautiful, raw, agonizing, glorious moments flood me.
Do any of you feel that way about a song? You can comment below or write your own post where you can drop a video of the song. Either tag me or link to this post.❤️
Is it just my sleep-deprived-self, or is this hilarious to you guys too?
In my last post I shared a new project that I will be working on. I decided to take a break from novel-writing and write a few picture books that have been churning in the back of my brain.
I’ve since written two picture book manuscripts. A few people have asked if I will be illustrating the books myself.
That’s a solid nope!
Yep, that was illustrated by yours truly. If I didn’t write “Meow!” you would probably be confused as to whether this is a mouse, bear, rabbit, possibly a bat, or a cat.
Have a lovely day folks, and rest easy knowing that the future generation will not be subjected to my crazy illustrations.
I’m at a point in my novel where I am stuck. That means my writing is stuck. I hate that.
So I decided to dig up a children’s book that I wrote last May. The story is (loosely) based off of my experience working at a flower nursery. I posted the story last week to get some feedback. It’s been removed and revised many times since I posted it.
The writing for this story came easily. I was able to draw on my own experience and reflect. Now I want to write an entire series based off of Elsie’s (my MC) adventures. These stories will be written from my childhood memories. I’m very excited about this project. I’m also learning that it’s good to keep writing, even if you have to put one project aside.
Drawing from my own experience while writing these picture books has been easier than writing my novel (Not that any writing is easy.) Creating fictional characters and a fictional story is hard, sometimes I feel like I’m reaching into a black hole to find what works.
I must stop and quote two authors:
“Write what you know.” -Mark Twain
“You speak of Lord Byron and me – There is this great difference between us.
He describes what he sees – I describe what I imagine – Mine is the hardest task.”
-John Keats in a letter to his brother George, September 1819
In my case, both of these quotes are true. There are certain plot points, emotions, and scenes that I have been struggling with because I have no reference. I’m not giving up on my novel, but I need to follow this new motivation.
I’m pitching the first book in the series, Elsie Goes To Work next Thursday at a Twitter pitch event. If you have a picture book you would like to pitch, the hashtag is #PBBooks and it’s happening on the 2/23/2017.
Wish me luck, hopefully an agent or editor will “like” my pitch.
A few weeks ago, three of my favorite bloggers agreed to form a writing panel for today’s post. I asked them to respond to five quotes about a writer’s identity, and in their responses, they produced some smashing quotes of their own.
via Writers Respond to Famous Quotes — M. Miles
I had so much fun participating in M. Miles’ questionnaire. I’m honored that I was asked to join the discussion.
Perhaps you are familiar with the other guest bloggers: Paul from WindBlownWords and Kristin Twardowski. If not, check them out today.
Have a great weekend!
I am so incredibly thankful for you, dear readers. For encouraging me, challenging me, and helping me grow. As you all know, blogging can be a scary thing. Blogging is like attending an international dinner party filled with millions of people. It can be intimidating. You never know how you will be received.
But here, on this blog, I’ve met some of the most incredible people. You passion, talent, and kindness inspires me. I feel so fortunate that you share this piece of your life with me.
Whether you celebrate Thanksgiving or not, just know that I am very grateful for you.
Have a wonderful day.
Cover image found at The Shabby Chic Art Boutique.
I’m sobbing while staring at my computer screen as I read another article about the children’s hospital that was bombed in Aleppo, Syria on 11/17/2016. Babies had to be removed from incubators and moved to shelters not equipped for their care.
Children were killed. Is there a more devastating sentence?
According to Time, “There are no functioning hospitals in Aleppo.”
Can you imagine having a sick child and being robbed of the one place that could treat them? I can’t think of a more harsh or cruel reality.
I understand how it feels to have a baby that isn’t medically perfect. My son has a congenital heart defect. When I received the news that he had aortic stenosis due to his heart condition, my world stopped. It was the worst day of my life and I was terrified. My son had three echocardiograms his first year, and was seen by one of the top pediatric cardiology teams in the nation. His specialists were less-than an hour away. I was still terrified. We were blessed that he didn’t need any surgical intervention, but I was truly grateful that he had a team of top specialists that were watching him. His condition will be monitored for the rest of his life. I don’t take for granted the privilege of having Seattle Children’s Hospital close by.
I can’t even fathom what these parents must be going through. Not only do they have children with medical needs, but they can’t obtain the help they require.
All the while I keep asking, “What can I do?
Today I made a small step in answering that question. I researched how to help and donate to Aleppo, Syria. I read a great article by The World Post that gave a few examples of organizations where people can donate to help Syria. I chose International Rescue Committee. More than .90 cents of every dollar go toward helping refugees and others in need. You can read how the IRC is helping Aleppo here.
Please consider donating today.
Cover Image found here.
I found this interpretation by Harold Stewart of Buson’s “Two Autumns” and couldn’t get it out of my head. Stewart attributes the version above to Buson’s much earlier Haiku.
for me going
for you staying—
I took this photo when I was staging some Instagram shots and it drew me in. Maybe it was the green path, or the two trees growing away from each other, or the fallen leaves collecting like tear drops in a puddle below. The photo spoke gently of loss. Stewart/Buson’s poem fit perfectly.