what it says.
I am reprinting a wonderful post from Ancient Origins author Jonny Enoch.
There is a little bit of magic running through his post and the video which goes with it. See for yourselves and also enjoy the music video I’ve chosen, but be careful especially at twilight unless of course, you want to meet the King of The Faeries.
https://www.ancient-origins.net/myths-legends-europe/faerie-0013424
A very interesting point of view about the Good Folk and there are links to the author’s experiences.
Well, I shake my whiskered face. You’d think she, being the author, would come up with a better headline than, “The Writerly Witch,” I’m not sure it’s grammatically correct.
Anyway, let me introduce myself. I am a witch’s cat and let me tell you it’s a hard job. However, I excel in a particular area of advice, yes my adoring fans, because you will adore me, I will appear on here every so often to throw you scraps of my fantastic wit and wisdom.
No. The tea is mine, leave it alone.
Now, you’ve finished your novel. Fantastic, wonderful, how clever and talented you are. I am now about to burst your little bubble, with kindness. Okay with my sharp claws.
The work, dear readers, is just about to start.
Put your finished work away, file it, store it, print it out and hide it in the cellar, where ever you can’t get access to it for at least two weeks. Don’t look at it.
After two weeks retrieve your work and, this is important, make sure you have a bevy of your choosing at the ready. Sit at your desk, open the electrical device you can’t live without and begin.
First edit, not so hard. There are so many editing tools out there which will help you, apart from me.
She, uses: https://prowritingaid.com
Okay, so it’s going well, fantastic. Now, put it away again. Yes, yes, you heard me. Hide it away again, 1 week this time.
Poor dears, I know I’m cruel, you love it.
Resurrect the work once more. Read over and over noticing where you might have head hopped, (writerly term for mixing up your point of view.) Called a character by the wrong name or spelled, (heaven forbid) their name wrong. Read it and read it until you see double. Then save and file.
Next time: What happens when you open the file again?
I am here and there,
Forever on my whim,
Will, I appear,
My advice to give.
Until next time:
“Ma haw! I scorched my whiskers,”
via Our Story
I’ve planned this day out in my mind for over a year… Today, as a tribute to the Summer Solstice, my first book of poetry and short stories has become a reality. Fairies, Myths, & Magic ~ A Summer Celebration is now available on Amazon.
Here is the Country Tagged Universal Book Link: Smarturl.it.FairiesMythsMagic
Blurb:
Step into a world where fairies, dragons, and other magical beings converge in a collection of poetry and short stories inspired by the celebration of Litha, the Summer Solstice.
Meet Drac, a dragon cursed by his own poisonous deeds, and two pixies who help an old man remember a lost love. You’ll meet a pair of fairies with a sense of humor, and a young girl who fulfills her destiny after being struck by lightning. Learn what happens when a modern witch’s spell goes terribly wrong. Meet the Sisters of the Fey, a group of Slavic Witches who sign a pact with the Rusalki Fey to preserve their magic for the good of all.
Atmospheric and haunting, the prose and poetry, will rewrite the mythologies of the past bringing them into the future.
Litha is the celebration of the Summer Solstice—June in the Northern Hemisphere, and December in the Southern Hemisphere. Here in North America, the Litha Sabbat honors the longest day of the year with the most hours of sunlight.
Pagans celebrated Litha by observing and honoring the power of the sun. The sun’s influence reminded the people that the summer months represented fertility, ensuring the survival of the species.
During midsummer, magnificent fruit burst forth from the flowers, shrubs, and trees, providing ample food for all. Summer was also the most favorable time for the birthing and survival of animals, birds, and insects. This also included humans where the most births occurred during the months of July through October, which still continues today.
For the ancients, nothing represented the power of the sun more than fire. On the Solstice Eve, huge bonfires were erected on hilltops celebrating the link between the earth and heavens. Festivities lasted for days before and after the main event.
Yet, the primitive people recognized the need for balance between fire and water. Some celebrations included setting a wheel on fire, then rolling it downhill into a body of water, signaling the power of the sun at it’s mightiest, and also the day the sun’s power begins to diminish.
For me, a Summer Solstice celebration was the perfect day to share my collection of poetry and short stories inspired by the magic of the ancient pagans. I hope you’ll enjoy this collection. ❤
Colleen M. Chesebro is an American Novelist writing YA fantasy and magical realism, cross-genre fiction, poetry, and creative nonfiction. She loves all things magical which may mean that she could be experiencing her second childhood—or not. That part of her life hasn’t been fully decided yet.
A few years ago, a mystical experience led her to renew her passion for writing and storytelling. These days she resides in the fantasy realm of the Fairy Whisperer where she writes the magical poetry and stories that the fairy nymphs whisper to her in her dreams.
Colleen won the Little and Laugh Flash Fiction Contest sponsored by the CarrotRanch Literary Community.com in November 2017 for her piece, called “The Bus Stop.” Her debut novel, The Heart Stone Chronicles: The Swamp Fairy won gold in the 2017 AuthorsDB.com cover contest.
Colleen lives in Colorado with her husband, Ron. When she is not writing, Colleen enjoys spending time with her husband and friends. She also loves gardening, reading, and crocheting old-fashioned doilies into works of art. You can learn more about Colleen at www.colleenchesebro.com.
You can find Colleen in all the usual places. Drop by anytime.
colleenchesebro.com Author Blog
Facebook Author Page
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The North wind doth blow and we shall have snow,
And what will poor robin do then, poor thing?
He’ll sit in a barn and keep himself warm
and hide his head under his wing, poor thing.
The old nursery rhyme I remember singing it and thinking of the poor birds at this time of the year.
Well our birds are not so poor. We have fat balls, seeds, peanuts, meal worms and all manner of Yuletide treats for them. Mr. Robin loves his meal worms.
On this day I wish all my friends across the miles, my relations far and wide and all the animals and birds a Happy, Happy, Yule.
I hope the light will always shine,
Upon your brows so true,
And may the turning of the wheel,
Bring good cheer to you.
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