It is with a deep and terrible sadness that I must announce the death of my beloved sister, Máire.
Not only was she my sister, she was a dear and close friend. I would ask for privacy at the time.
Enya
Write a #sixwordstory or a #poem about this picture.
It’s cooler now
And warm inside
The fire embers flicker
Glowing bright
Mum’s made a feast for supper
Before we go to bed tonight
#PromptShare
necessary expenses, etc. It’s the first time I’ve ever been in this situation and it is very tough, but I am enduring. I know God won’t give me more than I can handle (that’s what I believe, at any rate). We’re surviving. It's hard to find any time to write . . . 🥺
I am SO sorry, for those of you who care, that I've lost complete touch with everyone and everything. My life is very chaotic these days. I'm experiencing a difficult economic reversal . . .
My husband has had to take extremely reduced hours due to his severe RSI, and the time is coming very soon where he will have to quit his job altogether. This makes me the main bread winner and I barely make enough for us to break even every month with rent, groceries, power
@mymiriamyvette@StargazingHero "Etain had dreamed of a house that was, in some way, a poem, written by a poet who had killed herself for love, long ago" . . .
@mymiriamyvette@StargazingHero Found the quote in "Brief Lives"! I'll post all the context:
"Stumbling back to wakefulness, the dream already fading into nothing, just fragments, like shapes seen through thick mist; eyes blear and head and body feeling the muzzy numb that comes from over-sleeping" . . .
@mymiriamyvette@StargazingHero "that she's lost the words. She doesn't even know what it was about.
She doesn't know why Sam Coleridge bitched so much about his man from Porlock: He got fifty-five killer lines down on paper before he got distracted, didn't he?
And the stuff you bring back from dreams is free"
@mymiriamyvette@StargazingHero exterior, while the sonorous words licked around her in marvellous mellifluous cadences. The coffee is foully bitter, but it serves to drag her further into the waking world.
Transitions.
She is about to find a pencil and scribble the poem down, when it occurs to her . . . "
@mymiriamyvette@StargazingHero "As the coffee goes around in the little metal box, she realizes that the poem in her dream was both beautiful and true, and that it was genuinely important. She feels sleepily proud of herself.
The house WAS the poem. She remembers hovering disembodied about the house's . . .
@mymiriamyvette@StargazingHero It's from Neil Gaiman's The Sandman graphic novel series, issue 7 "Brief Lives". I'll have to go upstairs to my library and get it out to tell you who said it and the exact words. 😉
Let others ask anything about your WIP #FantasyIndiesJune
These are the WIPs I can somewhat safely talk about :)
On the menu: Includes fries and soda.
⚔️WIP: Excalibur's King
🐺Wolf Shifter PR : AfterDark
🌐WIP 3: (Science fiction horror)
🧚♀️WIP4: Fantasy romance retelling
@mymiriamyvette@StargazingHero Sounds chillingly intriguing! Dreams/nightmares can give us the best inspiration sometimes, eh? 😎 I read this line once that goes something like, "What you take from dreams is free." Looking forward to this one!
Also, "soda and fries" mmmmmmmmmmm!! 🍟🥤