Disbelief

Note: My apologies for the delay, but here’s another little piece of the story.

“I’m still not sure if you’re ready,” Tressa said.

“What makes you think that?” Gwen glowered at her.

“You didn’t even remember that fairies existed…I don’t want to overwhelm you.”

“Try me.”

Tressa sighed. “Well, there’s an army preparing to destroy our home and you used to be the only person who could reason with them.”

“Oh.” Gwen took a long swallow of her coffee, wishing that it was the sort she could get at the bar across the street. “Is that all?”

“And you don’t remember me, let alone them, so how can you be expected to solve anything?” She pressed her face in her hands rubbing it until her palms pressed into her eyes and she saw stars. Finally, she looked up. “It’s like you’re not even you. You don’t know how to stop a war and I bet you don’t even remember how to use your magic—”

“Wait.” Gwen cut her off.

“What?”

“I don’t have any magic. There’s no such thing.

Tressa stared at her with incredulity. “Then what the hell do you call me?”

“I still think that I’m hallucinating. Or still sleeping. And I hope that I wake up soon.”

“I’m a fairy. What more do you need to convince you that this is real?”

“You would actually probably be  more convincing if you weren’t a fairy,” Gwen said and then winced at Tressa’s facial expression.

“What is wrong with humans these days? You see a little bit of magic and automatically assume you’re insane. It’s like you’re so set on reality being crappy that you can’t accept any happiness or wonder that comes your way.”

“That isn’t true,” Gwen said quietly.

“Then why are you so adamant that this isn’t real? That there must be something wrong with you and not the situation.”

“What situation are you referring to?”

“Other than your excessive use of flavored creamer?” Tressa said.

Gwen just stared at her.

“The situation I’m referring to is the fact that you’ve lost a good portion of your memory. That doesn’t concern you?”

Gwen scrunched her face and returned her gaze to her coffee. “Can’t you cast a spell or something to give me back these memories?”

“It isn’t that simple.” Tressa sighed. “Magic doesn’t work that way, Gwen. “We’d have to request a meeting in front of the Fae Council and see if they would be willing to help us.”

“The Fae Council?”

“Yes.” Tressa finished her tiny mug of coffee and leaned forward to set it on the kitchen counter. “Maybe taking you to see more fairies would help to convince you that you’re not hallucinating?”

Previous Section                                                                                                       Next Section

 

 

Writing Goals for 2015

I know that there are a couple of days left in this year, but I felt like the beginning of the week would be just as good a place to put this post as any.

Looking back at the goals that I made for 2014, the only thing off of that list that I actually accomplished was finishing the novel I started for NaNoWriMo 2013. As you know, I did this by completely rewriting it for NaNoWriMo 2014. And, while I’m disappointed in myself for not having completed any of the other goals, I do think that the fact that I completed the big one, so to speak, is pretty exciting.

So, here are some of the writing goals that I have for myself for this upcoming year.

  1. This year’s “big” goal is that I want to finish editing my novel, Collecting Humanity.
  2. Another main goal for me is that I want to try my hand at freelance writing again.
  3. I’m also planning on blogging regularly both here and at No Penny Required. I made a commitment to both these blogs when I decided to purchase their domain names. I’m also playing with the idea of once again trying to create some sort of author website using Wix.
  4. You may have noticed in the sidebar that I’m going to give myself the poem a day challenge again as well. Even if it’s winds up being something I can’t use, I want to get something down.
  5. The same applies to short stories. I want to try to write as many of those as I can during the year as well, and the Story Pieces series that I’ve started doing here should help.
  6. I would also like to submit my work to different literary magazines,
  7. attempt to find a literary agent once my novel is complete,
  8. and get some professional head shots made for the web and also for, one day, the inside cover of my novels.

There are so many things to see and do and learn in 2015. What are some of your life and writing goals?

My Apologies

My intent with the Story Pieces series that I started was to give you something every Friday, but I don’t have anything new to give you today. For those of you looking forward to the next installment, I’m very sorry. You will get more Gwen and more fairies next Friday in the new year. And I’m planning on writing even more to make up for it.

Yesterday was Christmas and I had the joy of cooking a meal for my husband, our moms, and my grandma. It was our first Christmas as a married couple and I know that I loved all of it.

I hope that, for those of you who celebrate Christmas, that you had a wonderful time enjoying the people that you love. For those of you who don’t, I hope that you had a wonderful time celebrating your own holidays and traditions. To all of you, today and every day, celebrate whatever time you’re given with the people you love. We don’t know the length of time we’ve been given here.

When I give I give myself.

~Walt Whitman, from Song of Myself

Frank, Leonard Roy. Random House Webster’s Quotationary. New York: Random House, 1999. Print.

Tinker Bell and Coffee

“I’m sorry,” Gwen said.

“No. It isn’t your fault.” She followed Gwen back to the nightstand where they resumed their original seating arrangement. “I’m frightened by the fact that someone could do this to you.”

“Why? Who am I? I wasn’t a fairy too, was I?”

The fairy laughed so hard that she would’ve fallen off her perch on the alarm clock if it wasn’t for the fact that she had wings.

Although she suspected that she was being laughed at, Gwen couldn’t help but smile at seeing the small creature happy for the first time. “I’ll take that as a no then.”

Tressa sighed, wiping tears of mirth out of her eyes. “You were never a fairy, but you do have magic. A great deal of it.”

It was Gwen’s turn to laugh, but more in disbelief that anything. She was the opposite of magical. “I need to call my boss before they mark me down as absent.”

“Alright.”

“Could you maybe go to the kitchen or something? Do you know how to turn on a coffee pot?”

“Yes,” Tressa said, “I’ll go start your coffee for you.”

“Thanks.”

~~~~

When Gwen got to the kitchen, the fairy was just sitting there in front of her Keurig with her hands on her hips, looking as if she were insulted by the thing. “What are you doing?”

“I can’t figure out how to work this thing. Too many buttons.”

“That’s fine. I can do it myself, anyways,” Gwen.

“But I wanted to help,” Tressa said, continuing to stare at the coffee machine and crossing her arms in front of her chest.

“Here. Like this.” Gwen showed her which buttons to push and how to put it in a new coffee pod.

“Oh.” She scrunched her face up. “These things used to be easier.”

“I actually think this one is easier.” Gwen grabbed her container of chocolate caramel creamer, her current fix, out of the fridge. “Do you drink coffee?”

“Sometimes.”

“Well, do you want some now?”

“I don’t think you have a coffee mug my size,” Tressa said.

Gwen pursed her lips and leaned against the corner as the pot gurgled and steamed fresh coffee into a mug behind her. “I actually think I might.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. My mom just sent me my old dollhouse the other week. Weird how good her timing was, right?”

The fairy just smiled at her.

Gwen went to the living room and started digging through a slightly dust covered box. “Unless you had something to do with it?”

“What makes you think that?”

“You’re magic, right?” Gwen rinsed out the tiny coffee cup before using an eye dropper to put some coffee from her own mug into it.

“Well, yes.” Tressa accepted the tiny mug from her. “But we can’t do everything. Each of us has different abilities.”

“Like Tinker Bell and her friends?”

Tressa gave her a blank stare, slowly putting the mug down on the table beside her.

Gwen raised her eyebrows at her expectantly.

“No. We are not related Disney’s recreation of fairies.”

“Well…” Gwen blushed. “It’s not like I have much else to go off of here.”

“Well, I don’t appreciate being compared to a cartoon.”

Gwen took a drink of her coffee, staring into the swirls of a little too much creamer. “You still haven’t told me why you’re here.”

The fairy sighed. “I don’t know how you’ll react.”

Gwen grabbed a different mug out of the cabinet; it was one the sort that you would see in old tea parties on little saucers while the ladies ate their cucumber sandwiches. She sat down at the kitchen table and put the cup upside down in front of her.

After studying the obvious makeshift chair for a few moments, Tressa gently landed on it. Her feet didn’t touch the ground, instead they swung back and forth, her heels gently tapping the porcelain covered in blue flowers.

“I’m listening.”

Previous Section                                                                                                     Next Section

Piece one of Gwen and the Fairies

Note: This is a rough draft! Know that anything from names to scenes to what a character looks like is subject to change, but I will try to give you a heads up if anything changes that will affect how you read.

Please feel free to offer feedback in the comments. Tell me what you like, what you don’t like, and what you think needs to change. Thanks and I hope you enjoy!

She used to think that she had a normal life, boring even. Every morning, her alarm clock went off at 6 am and she’d haul her ass out of bed after the first or second snooze alarm had passed and march to the bathroom where she’d use the toilet while mushing her face with her palms in an attempt not to fall asleep while peeing. And then it was time to get dressed, eat breakfast on the couch while watching the news, leave the apartment, and then frantically turn around to reenter said apartment in order to brush her teeth, causing her to run just a tad bit late.

Then, one morning, when Gwen reached over to slap the alarm clock until she found the snooze button, it—no, whatever squishy thing that was on top of it—yelped.

So she shrieked and jerked backwards, causing her head to slam into the wall behind the bed. Rubbing her eyes, blurrily, she couldn’t decide if it was worth the potential risk to reach over to the same side table that held the thing in order to grab her glasses.

“Here,” a small voice said.

And Gwen’s glasses were suddenly being slid onto her face. She gasped when her vision cleared and she could fully see the tiny creature fluttering in front of her.

She, at least Gwen assumed it was female, looked exactly like a miniaturized human, except in the face. The features there were a slight degree sharper with prominent cheek bones, a tiny pointed noise, and tiny pointed ears beneath the curly, long brown hair. And the eyes looked old. Far too old for that unlined face.

And there was the matter of the wings.

They were whirring too fast for Gwen to get a good look at them, but they looked iridescent, like dragonfly wings.

It took a bit of effort for her to resist the urge to swat at the—fairy?—that was studying her face just a foot or less from her.

“What are you?” Gwen finally said.

The fairy winced, flying backwards easily to return to her spot perched on the alarm clock. “This is awful.”

“You’re not the one hallucinating.”

“This is so awful.” The fairy sighed, pressing her face in her hands.

“What?”

“You don’t remember. I was sure that you would, even if the others thought I was crazy.”

“There’s more of you?” Gwen said, then winced at the look on the fairy’s face. “I mean. Of course there are more of you. You can’t be the only fairy in the world. You are a fairy, right?”

She nodded her head.

“Well, um…” Gwen noticed the time on the clock under the fairy’s swinging legs. “I’m going to be late for work!” She frantically peeled herself out of her pile of sheets and blankets to propel herself to the bathroom. She slammed the door closed with her heel as an afterthought to keep the fairy out.

She didn’t want company while she peed and she needed time to process besides.

As she brushed her teeth, she wondered if she should just call into work. She figured that the appearance of strange creatures—i.e. hallucinations—was a damn good reason to take off work.

Besides, whatever the little being wanted was probably at least a little more important than accounting…

When she opened the bathroom door, the fairy wasn’t anywhere in sight. Gwen sighed in relief, sagging against the doorframe. She wasn’t crazy after all, or, at least, not that crazy. But she should still probably call into work and tell them that she was sick. She obviously needed more sleep. Or something.

“I thought you said you were going to be late?”

Gwen clamped a hand over her mouth to prevent the shriek that was surely there below the surface. She didn’t want her neighbors checking up on her. “You need to stop doing that,” she said, glaring at the fairy.

“Doing what?” The fairy glared back at her from her perch on the ceiling fan. She was hanging backwards off one of the blades with her legs hooked over it at the knees.

“Scaring me.”

“Well it isn’t my fault that you don’t remember anything.”

“Right,” Gwen said. “What’s your name, by the way?”

“I’m called Tressa.” The fairy unhooked her legs and did a little flip to return right sight up. She flew to Gwen to return to her place hovering close to the human’s face.

“Why have you been crying?”

“We used to be best friends,” Tressa said. “And now you’ve forgotten about me.”

                                                                                                          Next Section