The Dragon of Dreams

This is a rather long post, but it’s so worth the read. Honestly 😉

If you would rather skip down to the story, feel free to do so.

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About a century ago (slight exaggeration), Kayla at Concering Writing nominated me for the Dragon’s Loyalty Award, for which I thank her greatly. I have honestly never been so thrilled to get an award, for reasons you shall soon come to know. But upon receiving this award, my creativity flared and soared quite magnificently. This post is the creative one I mentioned a few posts back, and the one I have had planned for what feels like an age. Finally, it has been brought to life.

1) Display the award on your blog

2) Announce your “win” with a post

3) Present the award to 15 deserving bloggers

4) Drop them a comment to let them know

5) Post seven interesting things about yourself

So, as always, 90% of the people I want to nominate for an award already have the award I am nominating them for, or they don’t ‘do’ awards at all, but, even so, I’ll nominate you all the same. The following bloggers are those who I believe to have the essence of a dragon residing in their souls. Now, understand that by this I do not mean they are like some raging, fire-breathing fiend, but rather they radiate the qualities most people seem to forget that dragons can possess: loyalty, strength, courage, a fighter through adversity, noble in spirit and intentions (apart from Smaug didn’t get the memo on that one), a chaser of dreams, and a flier on the wings of hope. Or, I dunno, maybe some of them have daringly sharp, white teeth, too. So, in no particular order, here they are:

The Eye-Dancers

A View from My Summerhouse

S (moodsaplenty)

The PewPew Diaries

Valourborn

Like Star Filled Skies

James Radcliffe

Emanating Joy (Jesus, Light of the World)

B is for Blessed

Sparkly Arthur

That is only ten nominations, but shh.

And now, in accordance to the rules, I am to share seven things about myself… I will make them relate to dragons or dreams or fantasy in some way. We’ve got to stay in theme with this post, right? 😉

1) (This isn’t actually about myself, but my brother(s)… Still related to the Marsh family, though, so it’s close enough) When my brother was a kid, my mother gave him a little, dullish red dragon ornament with green wings. He kept it under his pillow, for my mother told him that it would guard him from bad dreams and protect him through the night.

2) When we were babies/toddlers, my mum used to play ‘Puff the Magic Dragon’ for us. To this day, I still catch myself humming it out of the blue. Such a moving, sad song it is. But so lovely.

3) I have a slight massive obsession with dragon ornaments… Yet, even so, I only have a few in my possession. If I see any when I’m out, though, you pretty much have to drag me away, otherwise I will stare at them all day. How I’ve restrained myself from buying ten thousand, I’ll never know.

4) When I was a child, I used to pretend I was a dragon quite a lot of the time. I used to run around in the school playground flapping my ‘wings’, or pretend the condensation of my breath (which was there a fair bit of the time ’cause, y’know, British weather) was smoke billowing from my burning chest, while I was ‘sleeping’ or otherwise… Do not disturb the dragon 😉

5) When I was in first school, the Reception teacher liked to secretly paint murals around the school building, and one of these paintings was done on the large white wall we had in the “first playground”, so we called it. It was of a cartoon mother dragon with her numerous dragon babies, and it was the largest mural she ever did. I loved looking at it. It was fabulous. There was only one baby girl dragon, and we all knew she was a girl because she had pretty long eyelashes.

6) As a child, I spent some of my time writing (and spent the rest of that time alone, wandering in the garden and staring at grassblades… You think I’m joking). I once planned and started a story about a girl named Edna who lived to the east of The Big City in a village known as “The Outland”. Their world was once bright and beautiful, with The Open Plain (the land before The Big City) being full of flowers and grass, yet in current days it is known as an area of wasteland death due to the surge of the Unwanted ransacking the lands. The Unwanted are undead beings – though not zombies, nor ghosts, but something in between – called as such because they are corrupt souls and unwanted in the peaceful afterlife, and so they are trapped in the land of the living. In amidst the wars of the land, Edna discovers a dragon in the Outland Mountains, and you follow her on her journey as she befriends the dragon (who I never actually got around to naming) and convinces it to lend his powers to defeat Foulspawn, the leader of the Unwanted.

Or so that was the plan. I never finished it, and I only have the first chapter in my possession these days. But I was… ten(ish)? when I wrote this. Bless. Not the greatest story in the world, but we’ve all got to start somewhere! 😉

Edna was a blumin’ spirited young lass, though. Quite the hero, now I think about it. And she loved her horse. I quote, from chpt. 1:

‘ “The village is under attack! This is no place for a young girl and her horse to be!”

“Then where shall I go?” I looked at him.

“To the shelter! But the horse will have to be tied up outside,” he said.

“Then I won’t go.”

“Are you mad? It’s most certain death out here, Miss!”

I turned my head away and said, “So be it.” ‘

The bond between a horse and its rider really can be quite something. It is friendship in its rawest, purest form.

Anyone who has owned (or worked with) horses will understand.

7) When we were young’uns (i.e. kids/teens), my brothers and I were quite taken with the ‘Heroes of Might and Magic’ games. And when I say ‘quite taken’, I really mean ‘absolutely-and-unbelievably-obsessed-verging-on-having-a-serious-issue’. Unquestionably, Heroes I, II, and III were my favourite games growing up. EVER. Especially Heroes III. I mean, just look at this epic game intro (at the time, in 1999, we thought these graphics were the bee’s knees):

My brothers and I used to squabble over the computer all the time so we could play this game, but my mother, being the ever fair lady she is, made us a computer timetable we had to stick to, or made us play the Multiplayer HotSpot mode so we all played together. Whenever I played Heroes III, my favourite ‘Heroes’ were the Rangers/Druids who had the Ramparts (can we say we’re surprised… honestly? Always been one for nature 😉 ) The video below shows what the Ramparts were like inside, and you can hear the wonderful Rampart music.

The Rampart was home to many creatures – such as unicorns and pegasi and elves and dendroids (basically ents) – but it was also home to dragons. The Green Dragons, and the Gold Dragons. I loved the Gold Dragons the most, though. What majestic creatures they were. Give it all a little imagination 😉 I mean, the Dungeons had Red and Black Dragons, but they were ‘evil’, and the Necropolis had Bone and Ghost Dragons, of which I used to be very curious in my imagination. A Ghost Dragon… How cool, no? But the Gold Dragons captured my heart and mind the most, for I could see their golden scales shimmer in the sunlight, and they carried themselves proud and true.

(The music in Heroes III takes me back to days of fantasy and childhood. If you need to listen to some background music while writing/working, give the soundtrack a go 😉 And the main picture of the game was an Archangel fighting a devil. If that does not conjure up some form of, quite literally, divine inspiration, I’m not sure what will)

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So, in case you hadn’t noticed, I love dragons. LoveI’m not sure from where this love originated, but I guess that’s not important. I even have a little red dragon who sits on my desk, overseeing all the writings I do there; I’ve had it for so many years I’ve actually lost track, yet, even so, it is still nameless. Any suggestions? Does it even need a name?

Because I love dragons so, it upsets me to forever see them portrayed as ‘baddies’ in films and stories, and even games (I’m looking at you, Skyrim, and Dragon Age II, and goodness knows how many more). I don’t believe dragons are evil. Some may be, but not all. There are many legends and tales of old that talk of evil dragons capturing fair maidens, or stealing to horde treasures, or destroying villages and eating men just because, yet there are also many legends of benign dragons, don’t you know, such as in Arthurian legend where the Red and White Dragon fought amongst themselves (not killing people), the Red Dragon winning, thus signalling the rise of King Arthur, or Arthur Pendragon, which means ‘Chief Dragon’. And, don’t you know, for centuries after, Kings of the British Isles adorned their banners with dragons, for in heraldry, the dragon means power, protection and wisdom. Now, where there does it seem like dragons are ruthlessly evil, hmm? The word ‘dragon’ itself originates from the Ancient Greek ‘drakonta’, which means “to watch”.

There are many legends about dragons guarding things (such as in Greek mythology the dragon Ladon guards the golden apple tree in the Garden of Hesperides) and only fight and ‘kill’ men because the men try to take whatever it is the dragon is guarding. Well… it serves them right, quite frankly, though it is unfair for dragons to get the bad reputation for mankind’s idiotic and greedy behaviour. But is “to watch” not implicit of a guardian-esque and protective nature? Guardians are noble in spirit, no?

Which is why I stand by my decision that dragons are noble, true beings, and that is why my imagination and creativity with them takes me to beautiful places.

And so, with all this said, let me get to the ‘creativeness’ of this post. Let me tell a story…


The Dragon of Dreams

© Jennifer K. Marsh 2014

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(In case anyone’s wondering: I drew this)

 Do you see the dragon? I would like to introduce you to her. 

Meet

A U R E S A

“The Mother of Dreams”

Auresa is mighty and true, and she dedicates her life to a most worthy cause: she guards the dreams of all the children in the world, ensuring they sleep soundly while away from reality. Do you wonder what she’s looking at, with eyes smiling so freely? Maybe she is in awe of the beautiful sky. Maybe she is watching a dream soar high. Maybe a child of the sky is waving down to her. But from where does Auresa come? How does a child find her in their dreamland adventures? Or is it, rather, that Auresa finds them? 

When the dusk beckons, often I sit on a cloud edge and think of my brethren elsewhere, gazing down at the world below. They will never know the wonders of the night up here, from the sky itself – that is something only we ‘cloud-dwellers’, as they like to call us, will ever know. It is as though we are trapped in an ethereal perspective within in a reflection, for when we gaze both upwards and downwards, we see light. Do you know how beautiful it is up here? No… of course you don’t. Let me try to tell you. Truly, we are on top of the world, and the sunset descends upon us as softly as a silk petal brushing against our skin, and its colour which blooms as every flower bleeds out and harmoniously blends into the ever deepening sky. The golden sphere, so warm, so bright, rolls away beyond the horizon of the clouds and continues to drag the night-time cloak behind it whilst we peer down. How many can say they look down upon the sun? How many can say they seem so close to the emerging moon that they could reach out and touch it? Only us. And when the moon is out in all its mystic splendour, it graces the world in silver light, and the stars twinkle so delicately, but so brightly, as if they are trying to out-shine the moon. But everybody knows that the moon and the stars have the greatest friendship, and so rather, they shine together as one. Sometimes, if there are few clouds in the sky, you can gaze into the sea and see the moon and stars shining back at you, though distorted by the waves. It is the most beautiful of sights, the most beautiful of all reflections.

My love and I always used to spend many times gazing down over the sea at nightfall, and we still do; we so adore the moon’s reflection on the waves: this is why, when came the birth of our son, we named him Tarno, which is derived from the word ‘reflection’ in our tongue. And right now, at this moment, I am sitting on the cloud edge with my young son nestled beside me.

I look down to him, smiling softly. “It’s getting late, Tarno,” I tell him. “It’s time for you to sleep.”

He drags his eye line away from the world below to instead look at me. “Oh, okay, Tritta(1),” he mumbles.

“Come on,” I say, standing up and encouraging him to do so. Once he is stood, I gently guide him in the direction of our home, when he then rushes away with a spring in his step and pushes through the door with that never-ceasing energy of a child’s. By the time I enter our home for myself, I see that Tarno is already lying in his bed, though I can see in his face that something is not right. “What’s the matter, vela(2)?” I ask him, kneeling down by the bed.

Tarno looks at me. “What if I have a nightmare?” he apprehensively says. “I don’t want to have a nightmare.”

I smile, rubbing the back of his head. “You won’t have a nightmare, vela.”

“How do you know?”

“Because I know a certain someone who will look out for you.”

He sits up straighter. “Who?”

I bring a finger to my lips, whispering. “Will you keep it secret?”

He nods, eager to find out.

“She comes to you in your dreams, and protects you while you sleep. She keeps you safe. She is Auresa: the Dragon of Dreams.”

“The Dragon of Dreams?” he says, wonderstruck by the prospect. “Will she come to me, Tritta? How will she know where I am?”

“Of course she will come to you; she will always find every child, so long as they always have a dream. You will always dream, won’t you, Tarno?”

“Always!” he proudly exclaims.

“Then you have nothing to fear,” I reassure with the greatest warmth. I stand, and Tarno lies back, resting his head. “Now rest those eyes, my son, and when you see Auresa, remember to smile! She so loves to see a smile,” I tell him, tucking him in.

“I will!” He is quiet for a moment. “Will she like me?”

“You’re a dreamer.”

He hesitates. “…Does that mean yes?”

I smile, leaning down to kiss his forehead. “Yes.”

He beams a happy light from his eyes, and I wish that I could capture this light and shed it over the stars and the moon so the whole world may know the love I do. “Tritta, will you sing to me?”

“Close your eyes,” I gently say. When he closes them, I softly sing the lullaby my own mother used to sing to me when I was a child:

 “O, I can do no more

than sing my boy to sleep

with a lullaby so pure.

And when he’s dreaming deep,

go to him, I beseech,

Auresa:

let the dreamland magic soar!

 

O fly, Auresa, to his side –

take him away this night.

Be with him throughout fantasy’s flight,

until the morning light.

 

O, when the night-time falls,

I give my boy to you,

and he hears your mighty call.

And when he’s dreaming true

beyond horizon’s view,

Auresa:

you will guard him till the dawn!”

Tarno’s breathing has deepened, and I quietly back away from him. I find myself thinking back to the days of my own youth, when the thought of seeing Auresa in my dreams rapt me to no end: I can still see her majestic wings blotting out the sun as she flew through the sky, her scales glistening in the light with that peculiar sheen of both purple and gold to them, and her eyes, so friendly and bright, shone like the blue of sky crystals. She is a very beautiful dragon. Perhaps it seems unfair that she does not find you once you grow older, but in childhood days, she touches your heart with such joy and magic that it is impossible to forget, and so really, she is with you for evermore.

THE END

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** This story was told in the Ilimoskus world, from the perspective of an Aeriikus
(1) Tritta is one of the Ilimoskus ways of saying “Mother”
(2) Vela means “Sweetheart”
With the lullaby/song in this story, I was actually going to record it on piano and sing it, but I decided against it because, in the end, I just couldn’t be bothered. Sorry 😉

If you have enjoyed this short story, you may enjoy my fantasy novel Ilimoskus: Times of Old, available worldwide (online) as both paperback and eBook on sites such as Amazon UK (Amazon US / Amazon CAN etc) and various others.

Find Times of Old on Goodreads here.

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A love for fantasy is not something you develop over time, but rather it is something you are born with. It beats alongside your heart, and if either one ever stopped beating, you would fade away back to the ashes.

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Thank you very much for reading, I know it’s been a long one.

And a hugemegathankyou and squeeze of a hug to all those who support and encourage me.

Writing Ilimoskus has been the most difficult journey in the world for me, and it’s not over yet, but I have developed a new-found love and determination for it – and, to some degree, a new-found understanding. The best times are to come – of this I am certain. Though, at this current moment, things are still hard going. But, everyone experiences the dawn at some point, and I know mine is on the way.

May you feel the wonder of dreams in your own hearts, always!

Michael S. Fedison Interview, Author of ‘The Eye-Dancers’

Undoubtedly, one of the greatest – if not the greatest – thing about blogging is the wonderful people you encounter. Very early on in my blogging days, Michael Fedison, author of The Eye-Dancers, popped up in my little blogger world, and we have been in contact ever since. It’s lovely to have such on-going support, especially when you are both in the same field of ‘work’, or what have you.

As mentioned, Michael is the author The Eye-Dancers:

Seventh-grader Mitchell Brant and three of his classmates inexplicably wake up at the back edge of a softball field to the sounds of a game, the cheering of the crowd. None of them remembers coming here. And as they soon learn, “here” is like no place they’ve ever seen. Cars resemble antiques from the 1950s. There are no cell phones, no PCs. Even the spelling of words is slightly off.

A compulsive liar, constantly telling fantastic stories to garner attention and approval, Mitchell can only wish this were just one more of his tall tales. But it isn’t. It’s all too real. Together, as they confront unexpected and life-threatening dangers, Mitchell and his friends must overcome their bickering and insecurities to learn what happened, where they are, and how to get back home.

The answers can be found only in the mysterious little girl with the blue, hypnotic eyes. The one they had each dreamed of three nights in a row before arriving here. She is their only hope. And, as they eventually discover, they are her only hope.

And time is running out.

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I have read The Eye-Dancers, and, quite simply, I love it. I really, truly do. It is such a wonderful story, and it focuses on themes not commonly found in many stories these day, which makes me love it even more! It is a story of fantasy and reality, of questions and answers, of friendship and growth. All that combined gives a brilliant piece of literature. This book is imaginative and original, and I would recommend it to anyone – the ‘growing up’ and friendship themes make it identifiable to all, but there is almost something subtly deeper running throughout it, and that makes it poignant and beautiful.

I read this waaay back last year, and I said to myself after I had finished it, ‘Wouldn’t it be great if I could interview Michael about his book. I’ll do just that.’ Anyone who has known me for any length of time is likely to know that I basically take about five thousand years to get around to doing anything. Think of a blue whale doing a three-point-turn. That is me. I am getting around to it – honest! – it just takes me a while. SO! Basically a year on from when I first read the book, I FINALLY interviewed Michael! Yaaaaaayy!

Below are my questions, and in fetching blue are Michael’s answers.

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I have read on your blog that your inspiration for The Eye-Dancers was from a dream you had, whereby you saw this ‘ghost-girl’ with her haunting blue eyes! I wonder: when you had this dream, how did you feel? Did it freak you out? Did it intrigue you? Did your feelings inspire one of the main character’s reactions to her?

All of the above! 🙂 I definitely was scared. It was an extremely vivid dream. For a moment, just after waking up, I genuinely wondered if the “ghost girl” were still outside in the street, signalling for me to come out.  But along with the fear, I felt excited, too.  Once some of the initial shock wore off, I realized—I had to put this “ghost girl” into a story! I jotted down a few notes, describing how I felt during the dream, along with all the pertinent details—the intense blue of her eyes, the way they swirled and spun; the way the light from the street lamp passed straight through her, as if she were more spirit than flesh and blood; the sense that she had come for me, wanting to trap me somehow, force me to travel to some distant sphere, some existence far outside the boundaries of my everyday world. I didn’t want to forget.  (As an aside, I later realized the notes were not necessary. I never forgot!  Even now, so many years later, I can still recall that dream with clarity) 

The opening sequence in The Eye-Dancers is actually a fair representation of my own dream experience. In that first scene, Mitchell Brant, one of the novel’s main characters, dreams of the “ghost girl.” She is outside, in the road, standing beneath the street lamp, just as she was in my own dream. And, just as it happened in my dream, the light passes through her, her blue, blue eyes spinning, expanding, drawing him in. His responses to her mirror my own. It was an easy scene to write—almost bleeding over into the realm of nonfiction!

How long did it take you to write The Eye-Dancers?

The first draft took nearly three years, and then another nine months of revising and rewriting!

Many writers draw on personal life experiences when they create scenes in their stories, or even when they create characters. Is this true for you and The Eye-Dancers? Were any of the characters, or character interactions, inspired by people you have known?

Definitely! The setting, for instance—western New York State—is where I grew up. And the four main characters—Mitchell Brant, Joe Marma, Ryan Swinton, and Marc Kuslanski—are all inspired by friends I knew (and still know!) growing up. The characters in the novel ultimately emerged as unique individuals, different in many ways from the real-life friends they are based on. But several “inside jokes” and idiosyncrasies from real life absolutely found their way into The Eye-Dancers!

While reading the book, I often felt as though there was a sober, deeper meaning flirting in the undertones. What was your ultimate aim when writing The Eye-Dancers? Did you want to convey any particular message or emotion?

That’s a great question. First and foremost, The Eye-Dancers is about growing up, coming-of-age, learning to appreciate the person you are, independent of expectations, peer pressure, and the insecurities so rampant in adolescence. It is also a story about friendship, the coming together of a group of boys on the cusp of being teenagers—they are very different from one another, and often get on each other’s nerves. But to survive the adventure, they must learn to work together. The people we bond with at an early age are special in our lives, and I hope The Eye-Dancers captures some of that magic.

But also, I have always been one to wonder, to ask questions about this “reality” we often talk about. Is reality so cut-and-dried, summed up by the things we see, touch, hear, feel? Is this life, here and now, all there is of our existence? Or is there something more? Is reality, perhaps, much more layered, much more complex, than we realize?

And, perhaps most of all, the sense of connection. We are all connected. People, places, events, histories, societies that seem, on the surface, so far away, a universe away, are, in actuality, closer to us than we ever dared to think.

One of the things I love most about The Eye-Dancers is its originality. You do not often come across stories these days which focus heavily on the friendship between four teenage boys still discovering who they really are! Was this intentional, or did the story write itself?

Both! The story wrote itself, as all stories do, but at the same time, when I set out to write The Eye-Dancers, I definitely wanted the friendship between the boys to be one of the main themes of the novel—an often troubled, stormy, and argumentative friendship! But they always have each other’s backs. I am nostalgic, I suppose. There is nothing like childhood, the sense of wonder we have at that early age. I wanted this novel to capture that—and the friendship between the main characters was certainly a part of that.

I perhaps shouldn’t ask this question, but do you have a favourite character? If so, who and why?

That is a tough one! 🙂 I like all of the characters—they each hold a special place for me. But if I had to choose just one, I would probably pick Mitchell Brant. Mitchell resonates for me on a deeply personal level; he shares many of the same traits I had at that age. And his love of collectible old comic books really puts him over the top for me!  

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If you are interested in The Eye-Dancers, check it out on:

Amazon UK

Amazon US

Support a wonderful person and a fantastic writer! ^^

Meet My Main Character Blog Tour

The Ilimoskus story has its third birthday at the beginning of July this year. At least I think it’s the third birthday… I just don’t know anymore, time merges into one, giant blob. I feel like a parent internally screaming, “STOPPP GETTING OLDER WHY MUST TIME GO SO QUICKLY?!” I cannot believe it’s been three years sometimes, and if you look at it from a certain angle, you can get a rather downcast perspective. Three years and I’m not even half way through writing Book 2? But then, some things take time. Think of the marvellous trees which surround us! Hundreds of years must pass for them to grow tall and strong, wise and wonderful. I like thinking of my story as a tree. I like trees. Trees are slow. Slow is good. Trees are life. Love life. LOVE TREES.

Anyway, moving on from my obsessive ramblings about trees… (sorry)

I have made some lovely friends during my time in the world of WordPress, one of whom is Michael S. Fedison, author of The Eye-Dancers. He is a great writer, and I absolutely love The Eye-Dancers, so I think everyone should take a look at his really inspiring blog! Michael recently tagged me in the Meet My Main Character Blog Tour. This tour is about the main character in a current work-in-progress, and anyone who is tagged is required to answer certain questions the following Monday.

My work-in-progress is part two of the Ilimoskus trilogy. Part one, Times of Old, is already published and available worldwide (though, often I wish that I had not published it quite so soon… But that’s a whole other story…) Book 2 obviously continues on from where Book 1 finished… 😉 The Ilimoskus trilogy, on the whole, is an environmental fantasy story about a race of elemental beings – the Ilimoskus – who live on Earth unbeknownst to humans. The story takes the reader into a stark collision between fantasy and reality, and, in time, both humans and Ilimoskus will watch the world they once knew crumble around them.

If you know nothing about the Ilimoskus story other than what you just read, in my answers below will be very strange words to you. Any word with superscript beside it will be explained at the bottom, so fear not! (; 

Q1) What is the name of your character? Is he/she fictional or a historic person?

Character. Singular? I know this is supposed to be for one main character, but my story actually has three… and they are all equally as important, if you ask me. The Ilimoskus(1) story and all its characters are completely fictional.

1 – Fii’dezrhu Reotum (he is the main main main character of the story, I suppose…)

2 – Nax’pala Arrubii [known by many as ‘Nax’]

3 – Elizabeth Gott

There are so many really important characters in Ilimoskus I just… What was I thinking?!

Q2) When and where is the story set?

In my head, the Ilimoskus story is set in a very specific time frame and in very specific areas of the UK; however, there is no mention of any of this within the story itself, for, ultimately, I left it down to the reader’s own imagination, and, actually, where and when it is set isn’t that important in the grand scheme of things. The main setting is a forest/woodland – which forest that truly is doesn’t really matter.

The entire Ilimoskus story is set in the present day. If being really pedantic, the story actually starts, in mid-September 2011 (12th), but as I said, there is not concrete mention of this, and there is certainly no mention of the year. But it does say, in Times of Old, that autumn is approaching, which would imply the story is set around September time; moreover, the character Leon says this:

‘“…she mentioned that Elizabeth’s birthday was on the fifteenth, on Wednesday – the day before ours.”’

In my mind, the forest wherein the Flamikus(2) holid(3) is situated is in Dartmoor National Park, and the village wherein the Gott family reside is on the outskirts of this forest. Unlike the time-frame, there really is no mention of Dartmoor anywhere in the story. In Book 2 (my current work-in-progress), parts of the story are set in Exmoor National Park and The New Forest. Again, there is no mention of this.

Q3) What should we know about him/her?

1 – Fii’dezrhu is a rebellious and impulsive Flamikus (fire folk), yet despite his often rash and foolish behaviour, he has a great sense of fun and adventure, and is incredibly spirited. He is an outcast in Ilimoskus society <- psstt, that’s very important. He also has a little companion who brightens his darkest days: Flee the akenlazree(4)

2 – Nax is Fii’dezrhu’s best – and only – friend (besides Flee, of course). He is without a shadow of a doubt the more reliable and sensible of the two, though this is due to his being the heir to an exceedingly high position within Ilimoskus society, and thus, he is bound by responsibility. He is extremely loyal and has the kindest of hearts, and he is generous and thoughtful. He wears his heart well and truly on his sleeve for the whole world to witness.

3 – Elizabeth is an introverted fifteen year old girl, being the small shadow under her elder sister’s dominating presence. She comes from a privileged family who live in a quintessential English village; living in a village suits her, as she is a quiet, simple individual, and she has easy access to the natural world which she so enjoys and cares for. She doesn’t have many friends, but the ones she does have are true. Likewise, she doesn’t often speak her mind, even though she may want to, due to her reserved and somewhat placid nature, and she struggles to find the inner confidence to stand up for herself.

Q4) What is the main conflict? What messes up his/her life?

Oh dear. Throughout the story, the main characters especially have a whole mountain range of ‘conflicts’ to confront. To ensure I do not ramble on all day, I shall briefly outline the main conflict/s for each character specifically in Book 2.

Also, I do not want to spoil anything, sooo… I can’t actually say very much!

1 – Fii’dezrhu’s main conflict in Book 2 is… this is really hard to discuss without spoiling anything… learning how to dance in the rain… (Not literally. That would kill him). That is, learn how to make the best out of a problematic situation. And problematic it sure is! 😉

2 – Nax’s main conflict is… rather convoluted. It is, I suppose, himself. Dun dun DUUNNNNNN. So dramatic. Well, not really, but it is mighty deep!

3 – Elizabeth’s main conflict is learning how to believe in herself, which, given the circumstances leading up to Book 2, is far easier said than done. Especially for this sensitive little protagonist. She needs to learn to live with conviction!

Q5) What is the personal goal of the character?

I am answering this with the same reasoning as Q4.

1 – Fii’dezrhu’s personal goal is home. And where is his heart’s home, I wonder? I am saying nothing more.

2 – Nax’s personal goal is… far more complicated than Fii’dezrhu’s. He doesn’t have a merry old time of it in Book 2. I suppose his goal is, rather morbidly, to just make it through the day. To find a way to fill the hole in his heart. I actually feel really sorry for Nax in Book 2 – just throwing that out there.

3 – Elizabeth’s personal goal is to attain more self-belief and self-confidence. To get some fire in her belly! 😉

Q6) Is there a working title for this novel, and can we read more about it?

There is a working title for this novel (Book 2), but I am not telling you 😉 Not yet, anyway. And no, you cannot read more about it, because I haven’t shared anything for it at all. I am waiting until it is nearer completion.

Q7) When can we expect the book to be published?

Hahahahaha. Oohhhh, never, most likely.

In all seriousness, I honestly can’t tell you. The original plan was to have it out in 2014, but that royally cocked up due to life *shakes fist*, so now I have no idea. And I wouldn’t like to say another time again, just in case I have another personal/emotional catastrophe which messes everything up for a second time. I fear that would crush my spirit once and for all, if it such a thing did indeed happen again. Book 2 will say hello to the world when it is ready, whenever that may be.

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(1) – IlimoskusThis is the name for the entire race of elemental beings (fire, earth, air and water)

(2) – Flamikus: This is the name for the fire elemental folk in particular

(3) – Holid: A holid is the Ilimoskus’ equivalent of what would be a city, and even more specifically, the capital.

(4) – Akenlazree: An akenlazree is a Flamikus creature. It is basically a fire-lizard. With wings!

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So, there we go! Thank you very much for taking the time to read. I don’t actually know many on WordPress who are currently working on something, and most of those I do know have already been tagged, but I do know that Alex at Valourborn and Kayla at Concerning Writing are writers and are working on things! So I tag you two 🙂 I hope to see your posts on 16th!

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 May the light from your heart always guide you.

😉

Liebster Award: Round 2

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A couple of months back, I was nominated for the Liebster Award, but I have been nominated for it twice since then. Once by moodsaplenty Steven, and the other by Kayla at Concerning Writing. Now, I said to Steven (who nominated me first) that since I’ve already done a Liebster Award post, I would just answer his questions instead and make a post out of that. And then Kayla nominated me, so I thought I’d combine the two. It would only make sense. I would actually nominate people again… apart from everyone I follow has more followers than the rules dictate, and those followers I have who don’t, I nominated last time. So. Here’s a boring post of me merely answering a load of Liebster questions! 😉

I would just like to say a big thank you to Steven and Kayla for nominating me in the first place. It’s always so lovely to know someone’s thought about you/your blog, even if it is all virtual. It is indeed the thought that counts 🙂

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Steven’s Qs:

Q1: So, when and why did you start blogging?

I started blogging at the very end of January 2013 because I was getting a book published later on in the year. I had been working on this book since 2011, and I had virtually told no one about it, so I thought… ‘I should really probably tell people about this now.’ And when I say no one, I really mean that: my parents knew… and I think it was one friend, possibly two. Needless to say, when I suddenly started announcing to people that I was getting a book published – you know, as you do – there was a bit of a shocked/confused reaction, as you can probably imagine. I was questioned endlessly as to how I stayed so unbelievably quiet about it all, but to be honest, it’s not that surprising at all because I don’t talk about anything. I was going to use this blog as a promotion site for this book of mine… That hasn’t really panned out too well, as I cannot self-promote to save my life… (:

Q2: What is your wildest dream?

Okay, this is going to sound so incredibly depressing, but I’ve never really had a… dream – especially ‘wild’ ones. I’m a bit of a wanderer… Always have been. I dream for a better world, I suppose – one that is kind and compassionate to everyone and everything. That can seem quite wild in this day and age (note my acerbity).

I have what I like to refer to as a mini-dream, purely because it’s not very adventurous, it’s just something I would love to do. I dream of decorating my house whereby each room represents a different aspect of nature. For example, the bathroom would be underwater, and the living room would be autumnal, and my bedroom would be a forest, and my study would be like a holly berry amid a winter wood… ^^

Q3: When you were growing up, what did you always want to be? Did it pan out…?

As mentioned in my post where I ramble endlessly about my love for Darwin, I wanted to be a doctor as a child. But things cocked up and that dream (the only ‘dream’ I’ve ever had) went out the window.

Also, when I was a child, one day I was walking down the road with my mother, holding her hand, and I suddenly blurted this out: “I want to be a millionaire when I grow up, because then I could give all my money away to people who need it.” Hand on my heart, that is a true story. Ask my mother if you don’t believe me. But again, this has not panned out. Yet. 😉 Ha.

 Q4: What makes up your ideal ‘me’ time/day off?

A day when I have awoken early – ‘cause I’m an early birdy – and I can go out for a long walk and come back and be creatively productive.

Q5: You can have anybody, living or dead, over for dinner. Who would that lucky someone be?

I have two people I love and respect greatly, more than anyone else. Can I break the rules here and invite two? Firstly, Charles Darwin. Secondly, Tolkien. Whenever my mother is asked this question, she always says Jesus and/or Buddha. I should probably say Jesus myself, but I never do with this kind of question because I can’t really see the Son of God sat at a formal dinner table with a napkin on his lap… I just feel that is inherently wrong, somehow. Do you not think?

Q6: Are you a city-dweller, or are you a rural, country soul?

A rural, country soul, without question. Oh, how I dislike cities.

Q7: Do you prefer a dark, cosy winter’s night, or long, hot summer evening?

Always a dark, cosy winter’s night. Always. Winter’s my season! I abhor summer, quite frankly. I truly do appreciate it, but that doesn’t mean I have to like it.

Q8: What is your favourite word?

Only one? I can’t pick only one, I’m afraid.

Twilight. Evergreen. Horizon. Celestial. Shore. Noticing a trend?

I have a few favourite Kurpian words… One of which is datekarayn, purely because of its meaning. There is no equivalent word for its meaning in English, but it is the word for a lost heart yearning something it does not understand, or does not know. An empty longing. A lost soul. A wanderer. (Fun fact: It is one of the very few Kurpian words which can be used as a noun, a verb and an adjective ;)) I also love the Kurpian words littueniina [‘evergreen’], uelaniiteda [‘celestial/divine’] and eluen [‘peace’] because they are so beautiful to say.

(If you are sat thinking, ‘What on Earth is Kurpian?’, it is simply the language of the Ilimoskus which I created)

 Q9: Cats, or dogs?

Ahhhhh, this is a tough one! I love both, for different reasons :/ I’d always want both a cat and a dog… Cats are hilarious, but you certainly get a lot more from a dog… I’d probably have to go with dogs, though.

 Q10: What is the best joke you know?

My life.

Seriously though, I don’t actually know any jokes… At all. Or at least I’ve forgotten them all at this precise moment. I’m not a joke person though, soo…

Kayla’s Qs:

Q1) What was the last movie you watched?

X-Men: Days of Future Past. Disregarding the few rather large plot holes, it was a blumin’ brilliant film in itself. I have never in my life seen such a hopeless film as this one, as in the protagonists losing pretty much all the way through. It was a great change!

Q2) What was the strangest thing you ever found left in a library book?

Shamefully, I only take books out the library once in a blue moon… But even when I took books out a fair bit at college and such, I don’t remember seeing anything strange. Probably just some crude pencil drawing on someone’s face, no doubt.

Q3) What is your favourite fiction genre to write in?

It’s gotta be fantasy, for it is the King (or Queen, whichever) of freedom and imagination! I am also very inclined to write in dark fantasy sub-genres. Dark indeed… Like, to the extent where someone might question whether I actually wrote it, given all my other creative work I’ve shared with the world. I have written a reasonable amount of grim things which are not in the light of day… Yet…

Q4) Do you prefer reading books or listening to them?

Gaaaahhhh. I have never in my life listened to an audiobook, but I always debate whether I should! I am such an auditory person, you see, so I can imagine I would do very well with one. The only reason I haven’t as of yet is because nothing beats actually holding a book…

Q5) What is your least favourite food?

Ugh, CUCUMBER. Bloody cucumber *shudders*. Evil plotters against the world, they are. Right, Alex? 😉

Q6) When did you know you wanted to be a writer?

I never decided, it just kind of… happened. I truly did stumble into it. I will say, though, that I properly realised my true love for writing when I was fifteen, despite the fact I had been writing since childhood.

Q7) What prompted you to start your blog?

It is here I refer you to Question 1 of Steven’s *points up* ^

Q8) Are you a night person or a morning person?

Although I love the night-time so much more than the day, I am actually a morning person. Early birdy!

Q9) What toppings do you like on your pizza?

Ha. Firstly, I’m a vegetarian, which narrows my options a sizeable amount; secondly – and more importantly – I am intolerant to soft cheeses. Both these factors prove to be quite the issue when pizza-eating. I usually just go for margarita and then peel all the cheese off, which basically means it’s pointless me eating pizza, so, unsurprisingly, I don’t really eat pizza. Besides that, I go for vegetable topped ones ‘cause they often have a lot less cheese…

Q10) If you could rewrite any book, which book would it be and why?

Probably Pride and Prejudice, because I could make it far more interesting by writing our dear Elizabeth Bennet being trampled by Mr. Darcy’s wayward horse or something. Y’know, spice it up a bit.

Q11) What colour are your bedroom walls? What colour would you like them to be?

Ugh, good grief. Don’t even get me started on my bedroom. The walls are currently WHITE! *hisses and recoils*. I. Loathe. White. Walls. And the carpet is CREAM! *wails and melts into a puddle like the Wicked Witch of the West*. Every time I’m my bedroom, I think, “Ugh, look at those vile walls. They are literally the worst walls in the history of walldom. And this carpet is the ugliest thing I have ever seen in my life.” It is a slight issue. I mentioned in Steven’s questions that I want to decorate my bedroom as a forest, and although, sadly, I cannot do that properly in this house, I am planning on doing a token-gesture forest, and my walls will, at some point, have dark brown, woody wallpaper on the bottom and then a shade of green at the top. That is the plan.

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Kayla’s Liebster Award had slightly different rules to usual, whereby you had to answer 11 questions and not 10, and you were also supposed to give 11 facts about yourself. But I’m not going to bother with that. I can’t be boring people now, can I – I’ve gone on enough already! 😉

Eternal Thread

This poem/piece of creating writing was inspired by a particular man – James Radcliffe, to be specific 😉 He is a beautiful person, and he creates equally beautiful music, so I think everyone should visit his blog and check it out.

Pretty much everything in this poem is taken from things we have said to each other, including the title, Eternal Thread. One day I happened to say the words ‘eternal thread’, and he said that would be a great title for something, to which I replied by saying that I would write a poem about it someday.

He said that if I did write this poem, he wants co-creator credit (that sounds quite demanding, but I can assure you it wasn’t like that). I guess it kind of is his poem too, though, for without him I never would have written it, for I never would have known his words. Maybe, then, it is entirely his poem, and not mine at all. Co-creator credit is all very well, but I personally think that this should be a gift. Therefore, this poem is for you, James, and not by you. But either way, this is yours, in every sense.

Yet although this poem is one of things James and I have said to each other, I wanted to make it something more. I wanted to make it something anyone could read and let it mean something personal to them. Hopefully I have done that. That said, there is one thing in particular which speaks out to me in this poem and which came to my mind when I wrote it, but my lips are sealed, for I do not want to influence your path of imagination. Though, I shall give you a clue: if you regularly talk to me via this blog or email or what have you, this poem is kind of for you, too.

I like writing things for other people. Maybe, if you so inspire me, I will write a poem for you one day 😉 I also like to make the vast majority of my poems link… What I mean by this is that if you put my poems together they tell one continuous poem – or story, as I prefer to think of it. So, this poem may be for James, but I also wrote it in such a way that it could be added to my collection of storytelling poems. And for all these reasons, it is a creation I hold dear to my heart. 

James has already seen this poem, for I sent it to him when I finished it way back in January or February (whenever it was), but now I feel it is time to share it with you all…

I hope you enjoy!

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Eternal Thread

© Jennifer K. Marsh 2014

(and James Radcliffe, if he so desires to be co-creator 😉 )

Shall I stay here on the shore, that one you mentioned once before? Shall I sit there and stare far away beyond the ocean’s distant waves? Often I wonder what lies between the blues of the sky high above and the sea’s navy hues, but then in a whisper upon the gentle breeze someone told me, “It is home to golden dreams.”

Where are you now, my friend? Are you there at the other end, over the horizon where the sun ascends? Are you there by another tide where the land and sea joins on a beautiful shore where happiness resides? Is the sun awake and sending you to sleep beneath its rays that beam so far, or is the moon the ruler now, making you arise within the night so you can sing beneath the stars?

Shall I stay here on the shore, that one you mentioned once before, and make a thread out of everything we’ve ever said? Shall I make it go on forever and let the world smile at this eternal endeavour? I know this thread will reveal our rapport, and I know you are waiting for it on your shore, so when I am done shall I throw this thread into the air to let the wind carry it there? And do you think, as it travels beyond the horizon, that those dreams in the sky will shed their light and paint it gold to make it the most beautiful thing we’ve ever laid our eyes on? But don’t you worry, for I want you to know: I will hold onto my end so very tight and never let it go. When this thread reaches you, will you grab onto your end too? I hope you do.

For then I would hear you and your whispers sweet, always, and perhaps in time your words may sway my disheartened mind to forever feel that golden light found within us all, for I once said that golden light comes only from the sun, and that if a soul may know this light, mine is not the one. Yet still I ponder, perhaps needlessly, how strange it seems that you spoke of such a light when once, long ago, I wrote of this very thing:

“I can see you with your thread, stitching every word that’s said … Sometimes I wish I could be there with you, to see the world as you do … But maybe you have painted a trail of golden light for me to follow.”

How did you know such thoughts of mine when all I did was voice the sky? Do you think it could be the eternal thread was one step ahead and formed itself on all unsaid? Do you think the golden light could be this very thread? Do you wonder whether those dreams in the sky waited for this time so as to bring all sense of this into the benign? A thought so pretty, wouldn’t you agree? Though this all makes little sense to me… But since when did life live rationally?

You know how inclined I am to I sigh! You know I do it all the time, and I know that you hear me. Yet how I hope this thread may turn my laments into the sky’s own melody, and if such grief befalls you so that you fall to lament too, maybe yours can be the sea’s own chime that sings the world its lullabies. For though I am here, and you are there, this thread can take us anywhere, and thus a smile will not be far behind whenever we gaze beyond the sky and cast our eyes to the horizon. Is it not such a beautiful prospect?

My friend, I will stay here on the shore, that one you mentioned once before. I will sit there and stare far away beyond the ocean’s distant waves. I will always wonder what lies between the blues of the sky high above and the sea’s navy hues, but then in a whisper upon the gentle breeze you will reassure me:

“All you see is all it seems: it is home to golden dreams. Do not doubt while on the shore; have faith in all you feel, for how else do you suppose your feelings to be real? Golden light is everywhere, in the skyscape as sunsets flare and in our dreams that beckoningly call. But, perhaps, most importantly, it is there within us all.”

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Dear friend on another shore,

Thank you for our eternal thread.

Love to you, always.

x

Imagine Award and Lighthouse Award [Spread Your Wings and Touch the Sky]

The third and last award post! I can hear your sighs of relief as I type. It was supposed to be only one more award, but then Mr. Stevick Steven nominated me for another and disrupted my plans. How inconsiderate. JOKING! Thank you very, very much, Steven, they mean a lot! Atypically for me, I am rather excited about these two awards, for reasons I shall explain in just a moment.

So, as mentioned, Steven from moodsaplently (or simply ‘S’) nominated me, firstly, for the Imagine Award, whereby its purpose is to highlight blogs which make special use of creativity and passion.

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According to the rules, I must state 3-5 reasons why I like the S blog, and, of course, the Hewerishly handsome Steven himself:

>> His humour is simply fantastic. It really is the type humour which makes me giggle most of all.

>> He shares his amazing drawings/portraits regularly, and they are such a treat. One of these was Nick Hewer (i.e. a self portrait)

>> He has such inner strength and light which he should always remember! <- I hope you’re paying attention, Stevick, or I will go all Mother Jenny on you, despite the fact I’m not actually a mother, but shhhh. He is not shy to admit on his blog that he is low, that he is struggling, but still he comes into the world of WordPress and makes others smile with his words, or brightens up a day, and that is a truly wonderful thing.

>> He is a creative spark! I like creativity.

>> This probably shouldn’t be a reason, but we have an insane amount in common, and when I say ‘insane amount’, I seriously mean that. It borders on creepy. But, it’s always nice when you have things in common with people.

And now, in accordance with the rules, I am to nominate 3-5 blogs for the Imagine Award:

Maugryph’s Blog

Valourborn

The Eye-Dancers

Now, did I not say I was excited about these awards? Why? As though Steven could read my thoughts, these two awards reflect everything going on in my mind at the moment – more so than usual, anyway. Regarding the Imagine Award, I think it’s fair to say that I’m quite a creative individual, and so receiving an award regarding imagination in all its glory, well, it’s always nice!

The perception the world seems to have with imagination being akin to unicorns prancing upon – or beneath – rainbows really does irritate me, though. This is probably because I’m Little Miss Pedantic, but where did this associate between unicorns and rainbows come from?? Unicorns, mythologically, do not prance gleefully with rainbows, but rather keep themselves incredibly elusive while being desperately proud, pure, noble, strong, and, to some degree, fierce creatures, said only ever to approach virgin maidens, which is why Medieval writers associated them with Christ, who “raised up a horn of salvation” and dwelt in the womb of the Virgin Mary. Additionally, they are not the harmlessly frivolous creatures the world perceives them as today, but they were said to actually kill people who tried to catch them, or who pretended to be a virgin maiden.

I appreciate I am not being overly creative or imaginative right now. Allow me to rectify this issue.

I would love to be able to say I know all this about unicorns because I secretly have one residing in the little copse of trees in my back garden, and he spends many an hour telling me of his kind while painting rainbows with the magical touch of his hooves and creating a gloriously paradisal setting by turning early morning dewdrops into diamonds, but, alas, it is not so. I read some books.

Don’t get me wrong, I love the magical notion of unicorns, but magical in the sense of beautiful mystery, not dancing with leprechauns and fairies (and don’t get me started on fairies, that’s all wrong, too). Although I acknowledge the idea of the unicorn is something that has played on human imagination throughout the ages, personally I don’t think they should be the image of creativity. I have always viewed imagination/creativity to belong to the humble bird. Besides, if rainbows must be in the frame, then it is a bird that can fly away and ‘touch’ the sky-path of colour and dab the tips of its feather into the palette to paint the world as it sees fit. Birds are also the symbol of freedom, right? They are free to fly anywhere they like in the realm of IMAGINATION.

Sorry, that had to be done. But look, a rainbow!

Birds can swoop low or soar high; they can go wherever the urge takes them. And so can we, for our minds are birds, and they possess wings just waiting to stretch out and fly! Think of everything we could touch in the sky.

Which leads me nicely onto the next award.

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Steven then nominated me for the Lighthouse Award, which is for blogs that bring light to a dark world.

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This award excites me in equal amounts as the first one (and I appreciate I haven’t properly explained why I’m excited, but I’ll get to that at the end of this post). Firstly, this award seemed like a bit of a “coinkydink”, as Stevick put it. Earlier on in the day, before I saw that he had so kindly nominated me for this award, I was listening to a song that was strangely relevant:

‘A spark soaring down through the pouring rain and restoring life to the lighthouse. A slow motion wave on the ocean stirs my emotion up like a raincloud. When did the sky turn black? And when will the light come back?’ – Beautiful Times by Owl City (good ol’ Owl City, eh)

Anyone who follows my blog, or who has read my book, will probably already know how much I love to play with the concept of light and dark. It is something that means a lot to me, and is something I will always keep in my writing. It goes without saying, then, that the deeper, creative meaning behind lighthouses makes me, quite literally, beam. Inside and out.

Perhaps light and dark doesn’t have such endless possibilities as with a flying bird, but still, I believe it can be interpreted in a variety of ways. After all, rainbows are not the only things in the sky. What about the sun? The moon? The stars? There is endless light in the sky, so as long as you can see it, believe it, you will always hold its uplifting message in the palms of your hands – or nestled beneath your feathers 😉 And what about the light of the Son…?

The rules say I must share up to three ways in which I like to help people. Well…

And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love– 1 Corinthians 13:13

It says in the Bible that money is the root of all evil, so why not say love is the root of all that is good? For you cannot help another if you do not have love in your heart, can you? Kindness, compassion, charity – these are all products of love. So, that is my answer, plain and simple. Love.

Though, I also like to help people with words, whenever possible. I am a writer at heart, after all.

A good friend of mine came to visit me the other day, and, as he put it, we “gatecrashed Spring Harvest for the day.” Despite the fact I nearly threw him out his wheelchair (neither of us were paying attention ’cause we were looking at something, and I rammed the chair straight into the kerb. This is what happens when I’m left in charge), we had a really brilliant day. While I was there, I saw a top which I simply fell in love with, for some reason (I’m never like that with clothes), and my friend SO KINDLY treated me to it, even though I was there for about ten minutes trying to talk him out of it. But we must humbly receive.

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I think that top to be quite appropriate right now, don’t you? You see that orange strip on the sleeve? John 15:9.

As the Father has loved me, so have I loved you. Now remain in my love.

But moving on from love, everyone wants a light in the dark, don’t they? Whether your light is Jesus, or whether your light is merely the meaning behind it all, that longing is the same. When you can see – or find – a light in the dark, does it not seem even more beautiful than you ever thought possible? It is a most precious thing.

Here are my nominations for the Lighthouse Award. The following are my lights in the dark. They are the lighthouse when I feel lost at sea, guiding me back to shore with a smile. They are the sun brightening my day. They are the stars glistening when the world falls into shadow. They are friends.

Rick at Jesus, Light of the World

Alex at Valourborn

James Radcliffe

Dear Sherri P at A View from My Summerhouse

Of course, Steven himself is also a lighthouse of mine.

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So, there we have it. I am finished with awards. Though, now let me quickly explain further why these two mean so much. You may have already got the jist of it, but imagination/creativity is my life, given the story I am in the middle of writing as an author, and light in the dark is a massive part of my inspiration. I said in an earlier post (the Sunshine Award, I think) that I am going to start posting far more creative things from now on. When I first started this blog, I did so with the intention that this would be my ‘author blog’, and that I would promote my book and story through it… Well, I haven’t done that at all, really. So, I finally decided I would start to do that. If creative is what I am, I should be sharing that with the world, through stories and poems and through Ilimoskus itself.

And, do you know what? I’m actually going to start talking about my book more. Why shouldn’t I? I’ve always been shhhh hush hush about it, as though I am almost embarrassed to say that I have written a story. Well, that’s ridiculous, quite frankly. Get a grip, Jennifer. And again, do you know what? I have always played down how much Ilimoskus was inspired by my faith (that is, Christianity) in fear that it would put people off reading it, for I would hate them to think it’s a preachy tale (because it really isn’t), and also because I never particularly wanted people questioning me about it. But, no longer.

ILIMOSKUS is an environmental fantasy tale about a race of elemental beings (fire, earth, air and water) who live on Earth, unbeknown to humans. The first book of the trilogy is Times of Old, which takes the reader into a stark collision between fantasy and reality. It was inspired by nature, and God, and life. So there we go. 

  • It is fantasy because I love the imagination and freedom fantasy gives.
  • It is environmental because I love nature and the environment, and I care for it greatly. The world seriously needs to respect it more.
  • There is a stark collision between fantasy and reality because… read this post.
  • It is a trilogy because only when the three are put together is the whole story told. They are a trinity: three distinct existences, yet one tale. Does that remind you of anything? *coughs* The Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit *coughs*
  • It was inspired by nature because, as I said, I love nature, and I spend so much of my time looking at it, being with it, walking in it.
  • It was inspired by GOD because He is everything, and everywhere. And there is so much in between the lines of my story linking to Him. In fact, half the time it’s not even in between the lines, because characters just full on blurt it. He IS the lines, and the words. If you do happen to read my story, look at the Ilimoskus themselves. Just look. (How terribly convoluted of me there, but I can’t be giving it all away 😉 ).
  • It was inspired by life because, as with everyone, I’ve had some less ideal times, and writing is how I heal myself. I take my negativity and pain and turn it into something good, something creative, something priceless. Writing is my escape, but it is also my duty. Ilimoskus is a story of life. Birth, death, suffering, laughter, friendship, love, guilt, secrets, courage, wisdom, hope, faith, duty, betrayal, reconciliation, conflict, growing up! But, out of everything, the emotion is what it’s all about. At least for me.

“May the light from your heart always guide you”

Hey, look: light!

If you do actually have any questions about Ilimoskus, contact me and I’ll get back to you.

All glory to the Lord, because, without Him, I would be nothing. And Ilimoskus would not exist.

I hope everyone has a lovely Easter. Let’s think about the true meaning, and not just gorge on chocolate 😉