*Okay, sorry I've taken so long! Anna, I have been working on this all these months, I assure you, and now I have the first chapter up! I've been having horrible writer's block on this one. Finally, I long handed it in the middle of my kitchen and I think it worked! I hope everyone enjoys it! -Erin*
Sometimes I think about the world in my stories and wonder who and what I would be if I could enter that world and live there with all my characters. What would my life be like there? Would I be a Selkie, living in the sea and visiting human lands in search of new adventures? Would I be an Elenali, flying amid the tall trees and weaving clever enchantments? Maybe I would be a human, living in the mountains or the forest, or maybe even the lost Isle of Tânynis.
(Based on a dream.)
What a beautiful house! A big lovely Victorian, extensive gardens, period decorations, everything delightful. I'm so glad we found out about this.
I woke before dawn,
The cool, crisp morning breeze,
Did not help calm my frantic nerves,
Nor did looking out to the vast open sea.
How could I be composed, I thought,
As I flung myself back onto my bed.
My cold hand felt my feverish forehead,
Smiling as the sun started to rise.
Today, I was to be wed.
On tiptoes, I hurried,
Over to the large oak closet
Threw the heavy doors wide open.
There it was, the lacy white dress,
I have always wanted.
Strange creatures with their elven ears
converge and chitter, sparkle here;
on tiptoes so they dance, my dears
while their master dangles petty fears
"Hold up your lovely faces, darlings--
remember, no more tears."
One-winged they in circles ring
while the great white bird, it sings;
it spreads its wide, majestic wings
while inside its iron cage, hovering
"Violins, knots and puppets, darlings--
all are made with strings."
Rushing and scurrying feet
No time to dream again.
Soft rushes of breezing wind
Whispering: dream again.
Hearts pounding and rushing:
Won’t you dream again?
Shining and rushing rivers
Their calling: dream again.
Unattended rushing thoughts
Stop and dream again.
Waves rush on sandy shores
Heal and dream again.
Timeless words breaking hearts
Will you halt to dream again?
**Inspired by another dream I had, about two years ago... I never forgot it. It needed to be written down, in some form...**
Notebook flipped open to an empty page
Pencil in hand, eraser in range
A mess of ideas desperately waiting to be written
But yet I think to myself, "Where is my inspiration?!"
Empty, like a useless vessel, I feel
If I was really blessed with such an incredible gift
Why am I not pouring it out to the world?
Oh what a God-given gift I have blessed with!
The gift to design a world of my own
The gift to sing without a voice
The gift to fly on the wings of the wind