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A cover for Sue…

Well, it was a fine day. A dandy kind of day. Just when it was looking to be a wash for writing, my youngest goes and designs the cover for the newest book I’ve been working on. You’ve only heard of it as “Smidge” but today it evolved into something more – perhaps even a permanent name.  After a lively discussion, “M” offered the title “Fairless” which fit perfectly (Fairless are the cast off women who have no family, no matches. Everything they touch drains of color which they then sell).

I turned that girl loose on her computer, and this is what she created:

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Isn’t that amazing?!

And so, I give you the incredible talents of my youngest and the cover to my newest endeavor.

Now I just gotta finish writing the dang thing.

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A Liebster for down the mountain road

Okay, I’ll do it – I’ll shamelessly send you over to http://letterstorosa.wordpress.com so you can see my award and such. As I’ve been sitting here for the past 2 hours accepting and writing and my fingers are beginning to lock up and mom at: http://youwhoineverknew.wordpress.com/ nominated both letters to rosa and down the mountain road…

sigh.

well, you get the idea.

Stay warm (if it’s cold where you live)

or

Stay cool (if it’s hot).

cheers either way –

Sue

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Smidge revised…

A while back, I shared with you the first page or two of a little fairytale I’m writing called “Smidge.” Man I loved that opening scene – I read those words and just smiled until I realized that I’d done it to myself again. I’d started the story with a prologue. So I got to work, and re-wrote and sat back once again, smiling until… yup, yet again I’d filled the first page with back story.

Why? Why must it always be this way? (insert the wail of a tormented writer here)

So, as this has been my secondary focus all week (genealogy being the first and you’ll just have to shoot over to letters to rosa to catch up on that amazing journey), I thought I’d share the first page or two of  “Smidge”, revised. Please feel free to comment away as apparently, I still need guidance and feedback…

And here we go-

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Chapter 1

The colors just weren’t right. Streaks of muted blue tinged with pink laced the sky and brought another wave of disappointment to Tipper. Some would’ve appreciated the hand that created this subtle palette and at another time in her life, she would’ve found them at least pretty.

Another time and way before the vision.

“Adjust,” she directed the smidgen beneath her right foot. The tiny creature protested, but obeyed and the horizon straightened.

Tipper searched ahead, looking for that blast of color that would make the vision real. A soft glow signaled the pending sunrise, deepening the blues and pinks, but it still wasn’t enough. This wasn’t the dream sky; they weren’t the right colors. Expectation gave way to exhaustion.

“Rest?”

She had to smile at the hope in that one word. “Rest,” she agreed.

The horizon shifted as the smidgen angled her away. Trees whizzed by, turning into a blur of greens and browns and gold. Tipper laughed and threw her arms out with joy as if she were flying by herself, not from the help from a crabby smidgen beneath her foot.

She closed her eyes and imagined him, the boy who waited in her vision. Black hair, pitched and dark, worn loose like a rogue, and piercing blue eyes – cobalt she corrected herself. He was for her if only she could find him.

Tipper knew they were almost home by the colors of the sky. Pale blue edged in purple; the delicate shades of her mother. Her father – how had he known to weave such soft colors to woo her? The match had lasted a lifetime.

“Home,” the smidgen whispered as a lodge came into view. She felt him adjust for the descent. It wouldn’t be a soft landing; they never were with this creature. It just wasn’t a good fit, her and James. A woman was never meant to fly.

She tried to prepare for what was to come, but the ground rose at her too fast.

“Adjust,” she cried.

James just snickered as he gave her a heave, sending her rolling across the cold, damp grass.

What a mess. She could already see her mother cringe and hear the taunts of her sisters when they saw her soiled tunic and leggings.

“You go too far,” she accused James.

He gave a small shrug and turned to walk away. Tipper rested her head on the grass and wondered; would this be the day he wouldn’t return? Would she see the sun set and be land-bound, locked and unable to continue her search?

Doubt drove her to near panic. “You’ll come back?”

James continued and Tipper, helpless to reach him, watched him go.

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Oh, snap!

Okay, I’ll admit it. Living with two teenager daughters has given me such joy, laughter and delight. I know you were expecting me to say something else – and yes, I could go down that road sooooo easily. Like yesterday? Yesterday I spent three hours cleaning only to have it morph back into a mess within 3.5 seconds of them returning home.

Still, I suppose they have their charms.

I thought you might like to hear a snippet of  a conversation between my two lovelies. Keep in mind, I was sitting but 2 feet away.

S: I think we must be the smartest generation ever!

M:  What do you mean?

S: Look at this (leans over and shows sis her smartie phone). This person lined a room with toast, then wrote “All warm and toasty here.”

M: What?! (insert peals of laughter)

S: Just imagine what scientists will say a few hundred years from now when they unearth this site. What will they think? That we were so clever and smart! We are all that!

ME: (clearing my throat) Ah, excuse me, but I’m sitting right here.

S:  It’s true, we are the smartest.

ME: That is arrogant.

S. But true.

Which got me to thinking about how this generation equates intelligence with technological savvy. How stupid they think I am because I don’t know what a “hash tag” is…

A friend of mine explains it this way: Our generation (as in us oldies) are technological emigrants, whereas the younger are technological natives.

Sure.

We’ll go with that.

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monkey business…

Just thought I’d mix things up a bit and share a little pic my husband snapped last fall with his smartie phone.

I’ll let the photo tell the story….

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Just in case you’re not sure you saw this right…

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Yes, it’s a monkey riding a bike. Planet Apes, here we come!

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A snippet from ANOTHER story…

Well, because I’m not busy enough, editing my Irish manuscript and writing a Vermont novel based on my family, I had also started a young adult novel called “Smidge” a few months back. Yesterday, tired of struggling with that blasted epic, tired and a bit uninspired with the Vermont story, I decided to revisit “Smidge.”

And boy am I glad I did. What a blast. I love this story! How did I get so good? The characters flash off the page, the protagonist sparkles and the writing? Snappy and fun.

Okay, I’m exaggerating, but still, I was pleasantly surprised when I opened the document and got swept up in the story (see Dave’s new post – he wrote about the same thing happening). So, I thought I’d  get a reading from you, both literal and figurative and share a snippet. This is a fantasy, mind you, and came from a dream, so yes, it’s not set in our world, at least as we know it. So? Here it goes… and please, let me know what you think.

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He’d done a fine job, a damn good job. Liam stood on the hillock and surveyed his handiwork that spread across the horizon. Enough, he hoped, to guarantee a successful match with the woman in his dreams. Still, he thought and put his hands on his hips, there could always be more.

A gust of wind tousled jet black hair worn far too long for his parent’s liking. He smiled at that. Rogue, scamp, purveyor of dreams; he’d been called them all. A mischievous twinkle appeared in the cobalt blue eyes that beheld his patch of sky. He’d taken it way beyond what custom would allow; created a bold pattern of blues, russets and gold when he was only given permission for one color.

He sensed his friend approaching from behind, though he was in full-on stealth mode.

Shamus popped up and smacked him on the back. “Hey, bro!”

Liam stifled a curse. “Go away, Shay, I’ve work to do.”

“Well now, let’s give it a good look.” He studied the sky with an intensity that only Liam would know to be false. “Ah, see what a fine job you’ve already done.” He also ignored the heated glance and draped his arm around his friend’s shoulder. “Though in truth, you’ve taken a bit of indulgence with your palette. I wonder; would your Mum approve?”

Liam shrugged the arm off. “I doubt she’d approve of anything I do.”

“And this is why you’ve chosen to break the codes.”

He met the curious, taunting gaze. “Well and I don’t see yours looking any finer. I don’t, in fact, see anything at all.”

Shamus chuckled. “I’ve been saving my dust, so.”

“For what?”

“For the Fairless,” he whispered with an impish grin.

Let the Fairless take his friend, Liam would have none of the talk. This was for her.

“Do you even know her name?”

“No.”

Shamus looked surprised. “Her song then, you know her music to find her by?”

Liam returned the stare. “Nothing, Shamus, my parent’s have told me nothing.”

“Blast that.”

“Indeed.”

An impending sunset deepened the colors of Liam’s sky, emboldening them to hues unseen throughout the land. Outrageous, he could hear his mother shriek.

“Your mum’s gonna throw a fit.”

Liam released a breath. She would be worth it, though. The woman who accepted this sky would match its beauty. Her song would stir the wind and paint a kaleidoscope across the horizon. With her, Liam knew he’d find that intangible, the magic that would last a lifetime.

“You’ve done a fine job, my friend.” Shamus watched the colors deepen with awe. “Perhaps too good.”

“I have.” He knew the trouble that waited when he returned to his family’s lodge, the hell he’d pay for creating something so daring, brazen and so illegal.

“She’d better be worth it. And you’d better find her soon.”

That’s when the worry began. Like a seed taking root somewhere within Liam’s mind. Doubt was an insidious worm that threatened his bold resolve. He straightened. He was eighteen, he’d created his sky. His marker stretched from horizon to horizon to beckon the one and he was damned if he would tone it down or wash any of it away.

“To hell with the rules.”

Shamus’ laughter rang out. “I’m so glad I’m not you, Liam Brian Fitzgerald.”

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A little taste of Burlington, Vermont

Well, this old hermit has had enough – three trips to Burlington over the past three days? I’m ready for a bit of peace and quiet. Still, each trip was for something different and it was nice to see my mom and visit my favorite restaurant with my husband and watch my daughter play her fiddle onstage…

Okay, I admit it. I need to get out more.  Here are a few pics for your enjoyment – just keep in mind just how much it cost this ol’ gal, kay?

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Ah, a proper pint for an Irish man – complements of Ri Ras. Love their Guinness stew. Yummy.

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The lights on Church Street transform it into something quite magical. Like a canopy of stardust…

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My daughter, playing a reel she wrote with her mentor, Mark. She’s so talented –

I wish you could hear her lovely tune…

Well, that’s it for now – my internet won’t let me upload any more and I guess I am kinda tired from all this activity. So, I’ll leave you all with warm wishes for a productive, healthy and safe week to come.

Sue

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