Happy Memorial Day: thank a veteran and don’t forget to wear your poppies. Took a long holiday weekend to accomplish the everyday tasks that interfere with my writing:-) The weather is finally warm and today will be a lazy day. I need it! It is with hope that the relaxation will bring back the inspiration that seems to be flagging as of late. Sometimes, it is better to step back and reassess instead of struggling on blindly. I hope that this day brings to you whatever it is you need.
Dictionary.com describes a fairytale as:
a story, usually for children, about elves, hobgoblins, dragons, fairies, or other magical creatures.
or an incredible or misleading statement, account, or belief.
I prefer the translation derived from the Celtic, “tales of wonder”.
From the book; Fairy Tales; Their Origin and Meaning by John Thackray Bunce, "We are going into Fairy Land for a little while, to see what we can find there to amuse and instruct us this Christmas time. Does anybody know the way? There are no maps or guidebooks, and the places we meet with in our workaday world do not seem like the homes of the Fairies. Yet we have only to put on our Wishing Caps, and we can get into Fairy Land in a moment. The house-walls fade away, the winter sky brightens, the sun shines out, the weather grows warm and pleasant; flowers spring up, great trees cast a friendly shade, streams murmur cheerfully over their pebbly beds, jeweled fruits are to be had for the trouble of gathering them; invisible hands set out well-covered dinner-tables, brilliant and graceful forms flit in and out across our path, and we all at once find ourselves in the midst of a company of dear old friends whom we have known and loved ever since we knew anything."
Sounds lovely, doesn’t it? Fairytales are “tales of wonder” because they allow us to believe that anything is possible. The world we live in is full of obligations and responsibilities. We are too busy, in too much of a hurry and too stressed all in the name of making our fairytale a reality. Perhaps, if we take a moment to put on our “Wishing Caps” and let the reality fade away, we will gain a new perspective. Making dreams a reality, usually requires a lot of work, but if you look closely,you will see the wonder in every step. Fairytales do come true , you just have to believe.
The NEORWA conference was a rousing success. The chance to gather with other writers always reminds me that there are others out there that live in an imaginary world where anything is possible and I am not the only crazy one.
Lori Foster was the keynote speaker and impressed upon everyone the dedication required to be successful. With eighty-five published books, she would obviously know. It wasn’t so much what she said, as the fact that her laryngitis, caused by possible strep, did not stop her from showing up and giving it her all.
We all have days where we would “rather not” and a choice needs to be made. For dedicated, successful writers there is no choice. Show up, start typing (even if it is wrong ;-) and give it your all. After all, this is fun - remember?
Recently I had the opportunity to spend a couple of weeks in Paris. A vivid imagination can often lead to disappointment for nothing seems quite as fabulous as you have imagined it. Paris was so much better than I had dreamed it would be. The art, the architecture, the style—the pastries! What struck me most was that everywhere you looked you knew you were in Paris. Every experience was a feast for the senses and love was in the air-or at least lust. Couples everywhere embraced without regard to the throngs of envious tourists. Of course, at every turn there are nude lovers caressing one another; in the paintings, the sculpture, an open window ;-) The bedroom doors are wide open in Paris and they embrace sensuality. There is no shame, no guilt, and no attempt to hide it. For some that might make it less appealing, for others it is a catalyst to freedom. This wooden sculpture was prominently displayed in a shop window for all to see. Just like Paris- if you were simply passing through you might have missed it, just a dusty piece of wood. However, if you embraced the cumulative desire of all the lovers surrounding you, the intensity of the need refused to be denied.
In America the media would have converged and the shop owner would have been sued. How sad that something as beautiful and natural as desire should be objectified as ‘dirty”. Embrace your desire with the doors and windows open. Figuratively speaking of course! (or not;-))