As an author, I believe I see things a little different to most people. On the beach, most would see blue sky, sand, and waves. I see the retreating waves leaving a wash of gold in their wake, the rainbows in the bubbles of wash and the seagull hovering on an updraft of air. I believe authors collect and store such images deep inside their subconscious.
I have no doubt an active imagination begins in childhood. I find myself delving into my childhood memories many times during the creation of a story. Those images never leave us, or those wonderful times when we truly believed anything was possible. I'm sure if you asked one hundred people if they believed in faeries, you would be surprised at the result. I sure do . . . come on now ' fess up . . . do you believe in faeries?
I had the fortune to have a mother who told me wonderful bedtime stories. If ever I fell ill, she would send me little handmade cards signed 'Faerie Blue Eyes.' My fondest memory is pushing a doll's pram around the garden at three years old. The grounds of the Victorian three-story house had many pathways that weaved around rose gardens. Toward the back fence, blackberry bushes sat in clumps with spiky tendrils waiting to snag the clothes or pull the hair of each passerby. Beneath the ancient oak trees, acorns littered the ground and pointed brown toadstools rose from patches of bright, green moss.
"Don't disturb the faeries." Mother pointed at the toadstools. "That is a faerie circle. At night the faeries come out and dance in the moonlight."
I would walk by, then pause and look over my shoulder, in the hope of glimpsing an ethereal being. At night, I would often press my nose to the window and peer at the garden. How different the night is to a child. The moonlight diffuses colours to every shade of grey; long shadows change the familiar rose bushes to gargoyles ready to pounce with each passing breeze. Trees blackened by night, reach up to the sky waving in silent devotion. The sounds of insects echo through the night, or could that be the sweet voices of faerie song? An owl hoots, and then appears, wings spread wide against the full moon. Across the lawn, moonbeams bathe the grass transforming each drop of dew into a myriad of diamonds. Is it any wonder the faeries dance at night?
I have enjoyed living with the faeries, and now I can share my stories with you, I love it even more.
I have one copy of my YA Fantasy Romance, Don't Press Enter, to give away today for a random comment.Blurb:
He comes with icy breath each night, to seduce and to confuse. The demon wants Julia, and his sensual pull entices yet terrifies. Alone in the world, Julia is beginning to doubt her sanity. Who should she tell? Who can she trust?
~Pia Moonglow
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You can buy your copy of Don't Press Enter at:
I wouldn't mind living with faeries or at least reading about them - safer perhaps.
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Maybe there is a place...somewhere out there.
ReplyDeletePia
Magic and folklore have always fascinated me, and as a fellow "cursed" with an overactive imagination, I know exactly what you're talking about! Wonderful post; it's always nice to learn more about one of my favorite authors!
ReplyDeleteCongratulations, Pia on the release of Don't Press Enter! The YA sounds wonderful, I'm sure it will do very well!
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Thank you Tamara and J.S I'm blushing now ;-)
ReplyDeleteThis made me smile. In the last week I've been reliving one of my favorite childhood stories, and remembering how I hoped and waited for the fairies to appear, sparked on by that story.
ReplyDeleteCongratulations, Pia, on your release. Isn't it great having an imagination where another world exists. :)
ReplyDeleteCongrats on the new release.I have always loved the magical and all its beings. This sounds like a wonderful read.
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Your description of the garden was pure poetry. I think you see with faerie eyes. Beautiful. Congratulations on your book.
ReplyDeleteBonnie Ferrante
Congrats on the release! I'm one that loves to think about "what could be out there". When I took a trip to Ireland a couple of years ago, it was awesome to see how many people believed in faeries/fair folk. They actually diverted a highway in one area because it was believed that one of the really ancient trees housed faeries.
ReplyDeleteBut seeing the emerald green rolling hills, ancient structures, etc. I can definitely see why people do believe in them.
Wow such wonderful comments...thank you so much.
ReplyDeleteI must say I really loved Ireland too. I really think there is magic there... I loved the stories about the naughty faeries the ones who get into the washing and steal the socks.