If you’ve been watching this space and following along, you probably know that A is experiencing some angst over the fact that her attitude towards me, and the story I’m telling through her, has changed.
Really, what she’s annoyed at is that I made her cry.
Personally, I think it serves her right. I may be cantankerous. I may have an ego – when you make myth reality and travel between this realm and faerie, try not letting it go to your head. I may even be bossy and domineering. It’s called having a commanding presence; I did lead men into war, after all.
As penance for all of my perceived flaws, I languished in that fevered place she calls a brain for more than 10 years. I’m the one that had to put up with that feeble attempt she called writing my book – the third book in the series. Gods, you have not seen drivel until you have seen that draft. I hope she burns it.
While I was at the mercy of her guest bloggers (very well done, all of you. Truly, it was a pleasure. And no, I don’t bother to damn with faint praise), A had a breakthrough. She allowed me to tell my tale. And she wept.
Getting A to acknowledge feelings is akin to wrestling with an ornery alligator. It rarely ends well. Perhaps there is hope for her yet. Usually the aftermath is far more gruesome than a week of low word-counts and a post on moping.
I’ll tell you what is truly wrong with her: she let me out of her head and isn’t quite certain how to make me go back in.
She’ll never figure it out, of course; I’m not going back in.
I’ve tasted freedom. She’s felt my story in her gut, and I intend to make her sit up and pay attention, write my bloody story and publish it, too. She’ll write more on this tomorrow, I’m certain. However, just in case she starts trying to hide what’s really going on with flowery language and big words (a sin of which she accuses me, the harpy), here you have it from the Druid himself.
In other notable news, please head over the Community Storyboard and read the delightful work generated for the 30-day Creative Writing Challenge. Day One was a fairy tale retelling. I will say that there are quite a few grand retellings. A submitted Headless, an American Fairy Tale. It’s charming. It isn’t about me, but it is charming.
Finally, it is my pleasure to tell you that the very talented Helen Valentina has published her book, The Seed. Peruse her blog and allow her words to bring different worlds and emotions to life!