Finding a New Reality

Honor your reality Prompt
This post is in response to DIY MFA Book Club Prompt #2

I sit at my desk, iPod on the never ending shuffle and try to decide what to write for this DIY MFA prompt.  How do I honor my reality when I am still trying to find it?  How do I write a post like this without sounding like a whiney teenager?  (#Firstworldproblems)

 

How do I honor my reality when I'm still trying to find out what my reality is?

Two weeks ago I was a receptionist, a psychometrist, a consultant, a student, a mother, a wife, an artist, and a writer.  I am still most of those things but I had to let something go.  I went to my boss telling her we needed to replace me. The front desk needed someone who could be there more than 10 hours a week.  It wasn’t fair to the office and it would free me some time to study and make sure I kept my gpa up for my final year.

Well Monday that day came and I cleaned out my desk.  I am no longer a receptionist and if every thing goes as planned that is a role I won’t fall back into again.  For 11 years of my life I have worked in medical offices. I got to know the patients, listen to their stories, and help them how ever I could.  I don’t do that any longer.

Admittedly, this was my choice. I can study in the mornings before classes, I have time to write while the kids are at school.  I can spend my senior year keeping up and not forgetting what my friends and family look like. I can keep my grades up and get into a good master’s program.  Being a therapist will allow me to help people in ways I couldn’t as a receptionist.

So why the hell am I so sad? I chose this, I wanted this, and this is 100% the path I am passionate about.  Being a therapist is the road I have been on all my life.  Just like telling stories has always been a part of me.  Now that I have the opportunity to do the 2 things I love the most, shouldn’t I be ecstatic? Shouldn’t I be over the moon and typing my heart and soul into the story I’ve been playing with?

For now, I can not honor my reality.  I have to forge a new one again.

How Did I Become a Writer?

I found the DIY MFA website a few weeks ago and have been loving digging around in there.  When the email came out about a Book Club with writing prompts hit my inbox I was fascinated.  Hesitant to add more to my schedule but fascinated all the same.  I decided to bite the bullet and sign up.  Beside, who cares if I get behind as long as I enjoy it and learn something along the way.  So without further ado, prompt 1:

My Writing Origin Story

I have always been a writer.  Even as a child I had a vivid imagination.  I would day dream and play pretend all day.  I remember being obsessed with Davy Crocket and taking my cousin on many adventures through the wild frontier.  I have little books I wrote in elementary school and various poems published from high school.  I have had many attempts at a blog.  None were successful but they all have brought me experience and happiness.

Writing a book was not something I ever really gave much thought to. I love writing poems and making up stories in my head. But to write a book seems so big.  Yet it hit all of a sudden and I knew it was something I have to do.  Just the act of preparing for that book has brought me joy.  The jotting down of notes, the planning of characters and the creating of worlds.  Even if my book never goes beyond my computer I am a writer.

At The Water’s Edge: A Novel

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I started a weekly book reading challenge at the first of the year with some friends. The first book for me was At the Water’s Edge by Sara Gruen.  I have friends who love the novel Water for Elephants that she also wrote but the blurb doesn’t speak to me.  I wanted to give the author a shot anyway and I am glad I did.  While this is not a book I will feel the need to read again, I did enjoy it.

Most books set in the Highlands of Scottland go over well with me. And this time that’s what kept me reading.  The book blurb made me think a search for Nessie would be a prominent part of the book but what I got was a coming of age style story about a wealthy American trophy wife finding herself on the banks of Loch Ness.   Oddly enough, I don’t think she realized she was lost until she got there.

I’m going to give it 3.5 stars out of 5.  I didn’t connect to the characters themselves so much as the story itself.  I may even give Water for Elephants a shot soon.  The story was captivating to me and I found myself unable to put the book down even as I thought the American characters were obnoxious.  It did have something I value above all others in my books, character growth.  This book had that in spades, that growth of character made this a novel well worth reading at least once.

Scared as Hell

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Twist and turns alone the way follow the path for another day

-oh look! Whats that?

A trail through the wood

-I’m going to take it

I don’t think you should

-It could be a short cut, it could be fun

It could be a death trap, I think we should run.

Run right past it, stick to what we know.

-I’m going to take it, adventure awaits.

-I might learn something about who I am. I will at least see something new.

You’ll get lost and then what will you do?

-I’ll keep going forward and sooner or later I’ll make it through.

-I’ll be a better person and have new stories to tell

I guess you’re right but I’m scared as hell

October’s Rejected 6 Word Stories

 

Prompt: Web Weaver

Peaceful walk turns into ninja training.

Glistening dew, silver thread, witches brew.

Caught, web of lies, woven together.

Love, a tangled thread woven together.

Prompt: Visitors

Warm fire, good food, laughing friends.

Prompt: Awakened

She release the past, embraces awakening.

Awakened, the sleeper sounds his call.

Running from things unknown, monsters awaken.

Prompt: Treats

Surprise, here you go, grandmas’ gift-basket.

Prompt: Gothic Maidens

Midnight dances in the rose garden.

Prompt: Under the Stairs

An ogre hides under the stairs.

Under the stairs, lived a wizard.

Prompt: Bitten

Moonrise calls me, stupid wolf bite!

A tender embrace, pleasure laced pain.

Pleasure/Pain, what’s in his kiss?

Never trust a blood red apple.

Obsidian Son: A Nate Temple Supernatural Thriller

by Shayne Silvers

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Nate is not your typical billionaire, he has no desire to take over the family company, he runs his own book store instead. Oh and he’s also a Wizard.

Shaken by the death of his family, sent on to find a nameless book by a mysterious young man, attacked by multiple dragons, and inheriting the family business. Nate Temple is having a rough week. Throw in a dual with the Minotaur, being followed by the police, and being forced to reveal that he is a wizard and you’ve got a recipe for an adventure.

What  I liked:

Nate is a good guy but not so much a great one. I’ll admit, I didn’t have high hopes for this book at first. I expected a low grade Dresden Files rip off. It certainly has a Dresden like quality but I was pleasantly surprised. I couldn’t put the book down and I couldn’t stop laughing. No matter how bad things got there was something to laugh about. His best friend Gunner may actually be my favorite character though. I love a good werewolf.

What I didn’t like:

I spent a good chunk of the book trying to figure out where his 2nd friend went. He was in the beginning where he was set up to be important but then just disappeared for the next 3rd or so of the book. When he did show back up, he was in fact, important to the plot.

Also there were a lot of typos and grammar problems in the book. I don’t get worked up about that stuff in most Kindle Unlimited books because few of those authors are able to afford the price of editors and end up doing the work themselves. That said a good beta reader and a good editor would go a long way on this one.

Would I recommend it, to whom?

I would recommend this book to anyone who likes urban fantasy, the Dresden Files, and a good fight with a dragon.

I give this book:

 out of 5 stars.

 

I”m not the first to talk about this book, here’s link to an interview with the author. 

The Oracle’s Dilemma Vol. Fifiteen, An Isle of Mist Short

 

The days drug on as I wandered around North Georgia. I decided to go spend time in the mountains there. I really did love the place. I stuffed myself with good food, spent my days hiking parts of the Appalachian Trail, and my nights drinking hot chocolate by the fire in the back of my cabin. I was lonely. I missed the clan. While I rarely included myself in clan activities, I was always able to watch and enjoy the closeness. Most of all, I missed Keyne. It was odd that after only two days together, I would miss him so much. We had had fun together those days. We had laughed and talked about life. We had similar taste in music, we laughed at the same type jokes, and while we would never agree on what movie to watch, we liked the same books. The books had been surprising. I had never thought he would be a reader but apparently, he read often while away from the clan. I felt bad for him knowing he had to stay away from his home to be himself. I wondered if that would change if he settled down and had a wife. The thought of him having a wife upset me greatly. I almost broke my self-imposed “no spying on the Weather God” rule just to make sure he wasn’t with some wench this very moment.

I was so upset by this thought I didn’t even hear the great clap of thunder. I didn’t notice my chair shake or the wave in the flames of my fire. I was so angry Keyne was all but on top of me before I realized I was not alone in the yard any longer. When I did notice him, I was so startled my heart stopped.

“What do you mean sneaking up on me like that? You almost scared me to death! And for that matter why are you here? Erwin said I would have time to be alone!”

“Woman, would you stop yelling for just a minute, please. One- Erwin does not know I am here, or he does now, probably, but I was not on our Isle when I came here so he did not know of my plan. Two- As for startling you, I am sorry, but I hardly can be accused of sneaking. I saw your chair shake as I landed and I am certain the entire mountain community heard the thunder, even if they have no idea why it happened. And three- as for why I am here, I missed you and needed to see for myself if you hate me or not.”

I was confused. Part of me was angry he did not give me the space I had asked for, but mostly I was glad he did not.
“I missed you as well. I do not hate you. I was hurt and confused. I still am, but I do not hate you. I don’t think I could. I like the Keyne I traveled with. I do not know what to do now though.”

Wrapping his arms around me, he held me close for a long while. After a few moments, I looked up into his eyes, and he lowered his head, brushing his lips against mine. It was a sweet kiss, full of promise. “Let’s go home, love. We will figure it out, I promise.”
Smiling, I pressed my head to his chest once more and gathering my powers around us I took us home.

The Oracle’s Dilemma Vol. Fourteen, An Isle of Mist Short

I felt mildly bad for leaving him in Savannah but I knew he had the ax and could get home. It would just take him longer to get here than for me to flash us back. It would undoubtedly give me plenty of time to stew over the meddling with my powers. I could forgive everything else but not that. They made me question who I was and my abilities to serve my purpose. That took things much too far.
As I stalked into my rooms I threw myself on my pallet and cried. I have no idea how long I was like that before there was a knock on my door.

“GO AWAY!” I yelled, not knowing who I was yelling at.
“I will not do that Oracle, I feel I must speak with you at once.”

Ugh, it was Erwin. There was nothing for it, I had to speak with him, he was our king, the Khan, and when he wanted to talk, you talked, want to or not. “Forgive me, Erwin, I am upset and not fit for company today.”

“I know La’el, and as your distress is in no small part my fault, I have come to offer my apology. I should have realized how you would take the dampening of your powers. I only dampened your ability to transport and shielded you from conversations with Keyne about his plan. I had not realized how connected you are to all of your powers. I should have.”

“I thought I was losing my powers. They are who I am, what makes me The Oracle. The burden of being so is heavy but it is mine and I do not wish to lose it. I do not wish for anyone else to have to bear it either. When one of my powers is lessened, they all are to some degree. When you hampered my ability to transport us home, I was then unable to call up clothes for myself, I was unable to protect us from the insects and dangers of the swamp, I could not keep myself comfortable on our miles of walking. It weakened me. It also hindered me from knowing what was to come and what was happening here. Had there been trouble here I would be unable to send Keyne to help you. The discomfort of the swamp faded, Keyne handled the clothing, and I suppose nothing happened here. None of that is the point though. You lessoned who I am and made me question myself. I do not like feeling less than who I always have been.”

“I had no idea your powers worked like that. For that, I am truly sorry. I was only trying to help my fool of a son. For some reason, he thought the best way to win you was to go through all of this. Talking to you was out of the question for him. He said you would not have listened.”

“He is right, I would not have listened to the drunkard he is when he is home. I find I like the Keyne who I trekked through a swamp and wondered the streets of Savannah with much better.”

“Keyne has always felt he must maintain that drunkard reputation. I have a few ideas as to why but you must know La’el, the Keyne you traveled with is the Keyne who is my son, the real Keyne, God of Weather and War. And he has always been in love with you, he’s just not sure what to do about it.”

“I have not always been in love with him, I hardly liked him before two days ago. However, I have come to like him very much and were I not so hurt by what was done to my magic, I could love him one day as well. I need time Erwin, time to sort through all of this and decide how I feel about it. I know you meant no harm. You could not have known how my magic works, Oracle magic works like no other. In fact, you won’t remember that part of the conversation once you leave this room.-”
“No that is the way of it Erwin, only an Oracle is meant to understand our ways. Not even the God of Wisdom is to understand this. I wish to be alone for a few days. I will leave for a time but I will be watching and I will return soon. Please do not allow Keyne to follow me if he tries. He may not wish to after being left in the U.S. like he was.”

“As you wish La’el. I am sorry, truly.” With that The Khan left the room, chuckling under his breath.