as she travels,
by the distance
as she travels,
by the distance
Her dreams sail free,
while her feet stay grounded,
but she dances anyway.
Wicked Wonders by Ellen Klages is a collection of short stories. Every story has at least one word that I had never heard before. Some have as many as ten new words.
“I am a writer, and writers are magpies. Ooh! Shiny! Some of those shinies are distractions, but others are just the right size or shape for me to add to the jumble of flotsam and fragments that I am slowly building into a mental nest where I will–I hope–hatch a story. I gather scraps until that amazing moment when a few of them begin to coalesce into a pattern.” -Ellen Klages, Wicked Wonders
I’m a writer, and like Ellen Klages, I’m a magpie. Collecting all those pretty words to build a nest. Words like “coalesce” and “flotsam.”
We are told that we should write simple. I understand that. Simple is beautiful.
Big fancy words, placed together in a coherent and rhythmic sentence, can be beautiful too.
Personally, I think it depends on the piece. What feels right for that piece? Who is the intended audience? Those are the questions that must be answered before deciding on the complexity of vocabulary.
As a reader, I love finding new words. A treasure hunt for the mind.
Do you write simple? Or do you go for those unusual or big words that readers might not understand? Do you prefer to read simple or complex?
Coalesce, come together to form one mass or whole.
Flotsam, people or things that have been rejected and are regarded as worthless.
Comfort can be a blessing and a curse. We allow our most beloved to gain access to the deepest rooms in our hearts.
We can push our children to pass milestones or we can hold them back.
Locking them inside the most selfish rooms in our hearts.
We push and pull, allowing them just enough release, to think they can escape that threshold, then we yank them back “home.”
“You can be anything you want but you have to stay here with me, because I have given everything. Leaving my own waterfall dry. Now I expect something in return for my unrelenting gift of self-serving love.”
It is the way of the southern mother.
I want to shove my children through that threshold.
Go child, go!
Jog forward, because life is long and you must sustain.
You must sustain!
Educate, regulate, make goals, and find yourself.
Push forward, for that threshold is narrow, and you must squeeze through with the clothes on your back. And maybe a snack from mom.
I will not pull. I will not hold you back.
I will slam that door and allow myself to be empty in your absence. That burden is for me, and me alone, to bear.
I’ll always be here to call home…
Because when you have left and my waterfall has run dry, I may rebuild elsewhere.
No matter where my soul roams, my heart and my hearth will always welcome you home.
That is also, the way of the southern mother.
Song after song,
More on her heart,
Than on her fingers.
Summer or fall,
Winter or spring.
These are the words,
She will sing.
Sing to the forest,
Sway with the trees.
Heart is the chorus,
Soul is the breeze.
I’ve recently taken a step back from music to get back to the basics and try to improve my baseline skill. That resulted in creating this You Are My Sunshine collab.
Little Acorn Short Stories Anthology is a collection of stories from authors from around the world.
My story is the last story in the book. It is called She Danced With Flowers, and is about a woman who is faced with challenges throughout her life. She must decide if she will face those problems or hide from them.
The story is styled after classic fairy tales and is inspired from the pagan goddess of Easter, Eostre.
You can find it on amazon here:
(apologies for the over-enthusiastic title)