Early on, before I had trouble coming up with anything to write each morning, I wrote a few bits about pixies. The idea was to be that my children had been kidnapped. Taken to Faerie. And needed rescueing—or something.
That story never resolved enough for me to determine if the girls had been taken or run away or just plain lost. The possibility existed that I was kidnapped and they needed to save me. Or that may be confusion with another story I’ve had going stale in the intermitantly stocked pantry that is my brain.
Since the time I wrote that I’ve been invaded by rubberized plastic and DVD versions of nearly what I wanted to create at the time. These real invaders are quite a bit more Disney in both style and copyright than mine were to be. This pixie writing of mine came to mind because of last week’s plunking around with four women on a fantasy quest one frozen morning. The pixies would be more funner.
So many author’s have been motivated by telling stories to their children. I should tap into that motivation. Maybe instead of reading stories before bedtime I should be making them up and sharing them with my daughters.
~’We know you have balloons.’~ Lavendar said.
My brain skipped over the implausibility of the conversation I was having with a pixie that had just crawled out of a heating vent near my recliner and latched onto the practical nature of a flying pixie needing a balloon. Why does God need a starship? “Why do you want a balloon? Can’t you fly?”
Lemon pounded a small grape Nerd on the hearth trying to crack pixie-bites free of the main Nerd. She had a pretty good pile going so far.
~’Dumbass. Why do you want a truck? Can’t you walk?’~ He stopped on the hill of my guts.
“OK. What’s it for? What are you trying to accomplish.” People asking for help often focus on what they think they need rather than what they are trying to do.
~’We need to get home.’~
“Maybe I could just drive you?”
Lemon made a sound like my watch when I set the time but throatier. I think Nerds came out of her nose. Mint was doubled over on my keyboard laughing like a mouse. Lemon recovered with a pipping cough, ~’Warn a girl next time.’~
“What? Wouldn’t it be easier to drive you home than to hop on a balloon and hope the wind takes you there?”
The three looked at me like I’d just said the sky was red and the grass was blue.
~’We,’~ Lavendar flitted a circle that included Lemon and Mint, ~’can get home just fine on our own.’~ Then he made a gesture which included me and said, ~’We. Need a balloon.’~
I’ve got a couple things to transcribe or post from over the weekend. But I’d rather move forward than to prove I’d written in the past.
As for my sudden zero count visitor days well it’s something up with the stats package or the new theme. I’m plugged into a couple ping services and there’s no way all the bot traffic I’ve gotten in the past just fell off the map. In case you were worried about my traffic.
In this effort I’ll be continuing something I began with Lemon, Lavender, and Mint back near Halloween.
Lemon struggled with the box of Willy Wonka inspired candy like a First Grader with a dictionary. The revving of her wings each time she lost altitude was working up quite a sweat. The sweat stain running down the crack of her yellow fatigues was really quite weird.
“I could just carry it for you? Or I could just carry you?” I reached out a hand for her to land on. A pale yellow arc of static electricity sparked between her and my palm like it was Winter in arid Colorado. “Crap!”
~’She’s fine. Let’s get back to that balloon,’~ Lavender demanded.
Eesh. I can’t get this going anywhere tonight. Maybe I’ll tack on to it in the morning.
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