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Welcome to the inside of my mind... I hope you brought snacks.
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The song "Dragula" by Rob Zombie is always on my playlists, especially ones for driving. I guess I'm just GenX enough that I need songs with that kind of driving beat to listen to while I'm actually...you know, driving. Anyway, I was listening to it as I left the house to go to work one day and it hit me...I could see the cinematic in my head of Ikara rising from his prison in the Underworld and flying across the length of Orana as the foliage and vegetation beneath him withered and died. Then, at the very end of the song, I saw him step onto the beach at Gudaveh and look back over his shoulder from the Dark Side of the World toward those who sent him to the Underworld in the first place. "Soon." DELICIOUS chills.
This is like the one where I saw the souls in the labyrinth but I'm going to shut it before I give even more spoilers. Here's Ikara's anthem...enjoy.
We are less than a month out from the newest Orana story greeting the world, and this song made me think of the protagonist, Elys. If you haven't read my other Orana Chronicles, Elys is a wood elf druid who was born with the soul of a warrior. Part of her backstory involves getting unsanctioned training from a high elf which led to both of them being banished. Where Gin is a healer and generally a mother figure, Elys is...a firebug. She is the one that doesn't care what the size of the room is, she's casting fireball.
Except when she is with her "wee man," the gnome warrior, Hack. The two of them are soulmates on the level of two halves of the same whole...but don't bring it up because she will deny it. In "The Druid's Nature," I'm introducing you properly to Elys, and I hope you find her as endearing and hilarious as I do. This song is all Elys, jumping before she thinks things through. "Y'all stand back, I'm gonna try something." Enjoy.
All right, Lark, let's get your story written, okay? đ (Lyrics below)
Y'all...I overheard this coming from my husband's phone the other day and I had to stop where I was and have a dance break. This song came out while my family was in the UK for 6 weeks back in 1995 and this band was all over the place. You couldn't go anywhere without seeing that big hat with horns, and while none of those songs remain in the Old Lady Memory Bank, one song released the next year did. I dare you to listen and not have your own dance break. It seemed like what I needed after Friday's solemn remembrance...hope can be found in terrible dance moves in one's kitchen.
Even though I was back from my first expat experience by the time this song was released, something about it still makes me desperately homesick for my other home. Enjoy.
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| Polly Anna Herself, on location in NYC, 1997. |
I was supposed to be there at 9am so I was close by in the car, listening to NPR, when the first plane hit. I sat in the car in the parking lot until the absolute last minute that I had to go in, and then went straight to the unit to do the morning programing with the patient.
I recount this story every year because I wish I could have had the lack of awareness of what was going on that my patient had. The first thing I was asked upon arriving on the unit was why the staff was playing the same part of a movie over and over on the telly. I remember that same sense of optimism, in my case because I am the eternal Polly Anna (or used to be, pre-Eugene), and remember thinking that it had to be an accident. A terrible, large scale accident, but an accident just the same.
The staff sat the patient down and told them what was going on, in excruciating detail, because they were chronologically a teenager with the processing level of a smaller child. The staff were very kind and careful during that interaction, which ended with some typical questions: Is my mom all right? Are they going to fly planes into my mom's house? Heartbreaking but important.
When people talk about the lack of innocence that followed 9/11, that's what I think of. So many of us were caught off guard in the worst way possible that day. I think that is an important lesson to remember now, while we are caught in the grips of leadership that want to take us back to the pre 9/11 USA, when we believed that we were safe because our leaders told us so...when we believed the hype about being the greatest country in the world. Remember the shock that you felt, even if you didn't have anyone directly in harm's way that morning*. Remember it and use the clear vision we all had afterward to critically listen to all the noise coming from politicians and heads of state.
Do not ever let yourself be so complacent that you accept something without questioning again...or we will be right back where we were, 25 years ago. Don't misunderstand...the togetherness and the increased community that we saw in the immediate days afterward was a good thing, and if we could all reach out to each other that way again, regardless of the contrived ideas that we think divide us, our country would be stronger and, I think, safer.
Hug those you love today, y'all. If there was any lesson to be learned from 9/11/2001, it is that we aren't promised tomorrow and we need to act accordingly, to all, but especially to the least of these.
*I may have known someone that was there that day. When I worked at UGA I met a Scottish guy in the welcome to your new job orientation nonsense named Marcus. I cannot remember his last name to save my life, but he was once working as a bartender in London and told me all the patrons called him Angus because of his accent. I know that he was living in New York in 2001 and I THINK he was working in the Wall Street area. I think of him every year, showing up to one of the orientation events in a kilt that looked suspiciously like a Campbell tartan to me, and talking about the fact that my family are McDonalds.
Here's something I think you should either already know about me, or you can totally see this as the truth: I'm a gamer. (Hello, World of Arcstone anyone?) Up until a few years ago, my time was focused on either MMORPGs or those little games that become a time sink in one's smartphone. Recently, though, I got to live out a bucket list item that I've had since elementary school: I got to play D&D.
I remember clearly finding some guys playing D&D and asking to play in early middle school. They rolled me a character and then said she fell down into a hole, then asked what I was going to do. I frantically looked at the sheets of paper on the table (I don't even remember what class or race she was) and as I was trying to figure out what to say one of them told me that another rock had closed over the hole and my poor little character was dead.
Boys. I tell ya.
Anyway, I started playing in my grown up group with a wood elf druid called Lyrei, Rei for short. She is moody and dark, her dad stepped out on her mom, and she has a magical wolfhound that follows her around that's called Aoife. I'd always played the magical casting types that stay out of the melee and hurl lightning bolts and fire from a distance, you see. I love Rei, don't get me wrong...I even added a ranger subclass for her so that she can wield a bow and do cool...ranger stuff. Our DM calls her the group's little Rei of Sunshine but I think that's about 85% sarcasm.
For a one shot that came next, I tried a wood elf rogue named RĂłisĂn, but low level rogues aren't much fun really AND people at the table kept calling her Raisin. No more Irish names for my characters, that's for sure. So when we decided to do a one shot with pirates, I went in a completely new direction and tried an artificer gnome who was once in the navy and likes to blow things to bits. Her name is Regretta Y'metme and she is SO MUCH FUN. No one makes fun of her name and everyone begs her to keep her mouth shut in public because she likes to talk about NOTHING just as much as I do...which means she could reveal secrets and not realise it for several paragraphs in her diatribe. She also loves her ship...like more than most people, loves the sea air hitting her face from the crow's nest, and has a clockwork raven called Sprocket that can carry messages and swears occasionally a lot.
What's not to love?
So the music for today is a long time favorite that I usually ignore when it comes on the playlist (along with a few other by Jimmy Buffett because it reminds me of some very awful times and people from a specific time in my past...I'm looking at a Pirate that is Looking at 40, specifically, but one of my sorority jerseys had SOASOAS on the back). But this time, I heard it on the way back from our last session, and found that I'm learning new things about my little artificer that will make her even more fun to play AND potentially write about.
I told you, she's got a lot to say.
Enjoy the video...it has lyrics on the screen and the background images are also pretty important to my little Sun of a Son of a Sailor and her crew on the Narwhal. đ´☠️
There is nothing related to any of my WIP or my published work in this week's Music Monday. What is there is some motivation. I have to go back to the DayJob® tomorrow and to say I'm not looking forward to it is an understatement. For the first time since Eugene pulled up and made my life awful, I actually have to go to campus and y'all...I am not as healed as I like to make people think. But needs must, so I'm sure I will have this one on LOUD repeat in the car. Enjoy.
So, this song by Alanis Morissette has been speaking to me about a big bad fight in an upcoming WIP, but when I heard this version it blew me out of the water. I love Brandi Carlisle and she did this total justice. Rage on, sister. Rage.
Hey, y'all!
Lots has happened since I last wrote...LOTS. Some of it is on the personal side, and let's just say that we are on a good path as far as that's concerned.
Coming soon, our new boy Stanley (shown here with me at the Georgia Renaissance Festival last spring) will be three... this month! Not a day goes by that I don't wish our big girls Bryn and Ciaragh were still here to show him the ropes, but he has healed the holes that they left in my heart...if not the ones in the yard.
As far as the Nancy E. Dunne side, there's loads to tell there too.
Finally, the new edition in the Orana's Legacy novellas is coming in October: The Druid's Nature.
THERE'S STILL ONLY ONE WAY TO FIND OUT.
Elys has never questioned her devotion to Kildir, her sworn deity. When he gives her a mission to complete without a lot of explanation, she takes it...even though it leads to another separation from Hack and tests all of the parts of her nature, those things that make her who she is. Will she be able to complete this mission in time to save the gnome she loves? Can she live up to the mantle of Guardian of the Wilds?
This novella fits into the Orana Chronicles timeline after the events of Red, The Temple, and Hero. Click on the link below for more information and to pre-order your copy!
I hope your August is fantastic, and I will see you back here in September.
I'm almost to edits on the latest novella in my Orana Chronicles series, and this one focuses on two of my favorite secondary characters, Elys and Hack. Elys is a wood elf druid who prefers burning things to healing her party members and Hack is a gnome warrior that adores her. They go through a lot to be together, and their banter is one of my favorite parts of writing them. This song just made me think of them. Enjoy.
Life is always in flux, isn't it? It seems like you get comfortable and then something shifts and CHANGE happens. We are supposed to be able to handle that, right? Adulting, I think we call it.
Sometimes, though, I want to go back to when I didn't have to handle any of it. If you were to ask me if I'd go back to high school, I'd say absolutely not. But some of my youth--lived not as loudly as I would have preferred--comes back to me with this song. I remember listening to it as I was going to my bookshop job in Keighley on the train, and wondering how I ended up there...thousands of miles from that moon and those stars. And here, in the final days of summer, I'm still wondering how I ended up here...so fast.
No regrets, though. No wish to turn back time or be a teenager again. Just...a desire for that feeling, from time to time. I know I'm not alone in that, right? Enjoy.
[Cover art by MythologyArt on Pixabay] She's here! Elys is here! I've really enjoyed making the change to novellas that focus on one...