Gosh it's windy today!!!!!!!!!!!!............................................
That is seriously an understatement. It's like a hurricane outside. I can feel my room shake as the wind rattles my house. It sounds like an angry ocean outside. I can hear it howl, and toss various items across the sidewalk. Screech.
The sky is dirty from dust. The wind is cold, and anything that wasn't tied securely down has found a new home, I'm sure.
Tumbleweeds, plastic bags, even birds, and fat doves and mallard ducks were among things I saw flying past today.
Despite the wind, I went for a run determined to go the full two miles. But the wind was chilly, savage, and relentless. It reminded me of my Land of The Living Wind in my second Book, The Canvas War. The wind was blowing 34 to 40 mph, with gusts predicted high as 55 mph. It took my breath away.
About halfway through the run I had to just walk. It made my ears ache, my sinuses burn, and my eyes water.
I was not prepared for the buffeting I got. My sister was my battle buddy today, and we both kept each other going. It felt weird with the wind whistling through my nose, and gusting into my throat. I've never felt the wind blow so strongly into my breathing passageways. Even when I swallowed I could hear the strange vacuum effect it had on my body. If I was a bottle, I'm sure I would have sounded like a flute. I felt like the wind was going to blow my soul out of my body. I hope I don't get a bloody nose now. Nothing like the wind doing CPR on you when you don't need it. Blustery, windy, crazy. No endorphin high today. Only exhausted. But I do feel victorious battling such a strong force, and coming out alive.
I have a new respect for it's strength as I watch and listen to it's mighty blows out my window.
Today I am very glad for a house in which I can escape the buffeting of the winds. Sometimes I fancy that I could live in a tent, traveling from place to place, never stuck anywhere---thus honoring Mr. Henry David Thorau and his book, Walden Pond, and the simplistic views and ideas he had about living.
Some of them are very desirable to me. But considering that he had a nice little cabin and a green little forest, and a nice pond in which to fish, I don't think he'd fancy living in a tent here in this dry, flat, open, windy, desert, either.
I've been to Walden's Pond, I've rowed a boat on it's glassy surface, and I think yes, perhaps there I would like to live outside for the most part. There tucked away in green trees, protected by hills and little glens, nestled in furns and wild grapes, and beautiful reflections, I would dwell like a wood elf.
Sigh. But not today. Tomorrow maybe.
Here, today, in the desert, with cold and heat, wind and windier always battling it out, dwelling in a tent is indeed as a desirable idea as sitting on a cactus to experience the outdoors.
Today if I lived in a tent I think both tent and I would be gone, traversing somewhere airborne.
Okay, now for the reason of this post. I can be distracted. But that's the nature of writers.
I wanted to share with you some illustrations I've done so far for my last book, The Last Summoning. I know is highly premature to be showing these pictures off. Seeing how I'm not sure when my the last installment of my fantasy series, The Last Summoning is coming out. I'm still waiting for edits to come in. All my beta readers have finished the book except for one. I guess I misjudged how long it would take my beta readers to get through it. It's about 740pgs. But so far they've really liked it. I'm really happy!
I've been holding my breath, biting my nails, wondering how everybody would like it---if it would pass inspection. If they liked the ending.
One of my beta readers reads my books out loud to her kids, and her thirteen year old boy loved it. I asked him if there was anything I should change about it, and he said. No. I loved every part of it. Don't change anything. And knowing that, I feel as if I have already succeeded.
Some even said that it could stand alone, which is very good.
So, without further waiting, I share these illustrations with you in hopes that you and I will both see them very soon in my very BEST book yet. My magnum-opus of all my vendors. The Last Summoning.
Not that this is my last book, no not by a long shot. I wanted to fill it with a lot more illustrations, but as the book is so big, and I'm limited by space, I'm not sure if I'll do any more.
Here's to overcoming writer's block, and remembering the reason why I write. The story. The journey. The feeling. That I have something to say that matter's. That I love this bumpy winding road, the ups and downs, the words, the way they connect me to you, and you to me. The story, the battle, the struggle, the victory. All of it. Both good bad. Lonely, and friend-filled. The awesomeness of the private victory, and the friends who cheer with you when no one else does. The words that never die, and the people that can be brought to life. The Character that exists. The way one can weave, mesh, and write, communicating thoughts and ideas, pulling the invisible into the visible. From darkness into light. From imagination into reality.
I appreciate everyone who has taken the time to progress with me on my writing journey. One word at a time. One day at a time, one book at a time. Though I can't see you, I know that you are there with stories of your own, with words waiting to be written. With a voice that matters.
|Whab, keeper of all unsaid, unheard words|
|Gogindy's bell tower|
|Bottled horse Sound-waves|
|Cracking---the light coming through|
|Gogindy reading the cryptic note|
|Andrew opening the chest of unsaid-unheard words|
|Andrew, Ivory, Talic, and baby Tavron|
|More trapped horse sound waves (different perspective)|
|Andrew and Freddie fighting in the Coal pits, with the Codes watching.|
|Drust's bottled footprints|