Each Wednesday check this blog for a strategy, process, or reflection for illustration with the iPad app ProCreate. This Wednesday Wrap Up , I share my November project — writing, poetry, art, wrapped up in an annual adventure: NaNoWriMo.
Notice I have “0” words today and it’s 5:30 PM. This has been a busy day, and I have yet to write. I’ll get in the minimum today: 1,667 words, but …. I have this post to write amongst all the other business of this day.
But also notice I almost to 25,000 words– 1/2 way there!
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Columbine: The Lanterns of the Fairies
Excerpt from So Says the Dragon– with columbine
At the edge of the little meadow, I paused to listen to the spring— it’s gentle bubbling called to me, and I was about to step inside when my blues, my blue pixies, flashed in front of me, one dashing behind. I looked and saw a shadow, small just off the path.Sheri Edwards, excerpt from So Says the Dragon
Several flashes of white, all in a line spread up towards the north around the red maples. I held up my bouquet of columbine lanterns to brighten the way, and I saw small rounded rocks forming a path, circling around the meadow, not as a path, but as a border— not wide enough to walk on, but obvious in the light of the twilight and the moon rising behind me.
My blues turned me around and I could see the black border around the other direction around the maple trees and the meadow within. “Oh— these are the black marks Walter found on his map.” I said to my blues.
My blues, a white, and three yellows hovered over a larger pile of the black rocks. I bent down to touch one, and a white popped it into my hand, followed by a series of them.
I pulled my satchel around and opened a small pocket, dropping the rocks in one by one, and as I did, the white zipped through the center of each rock, creating a hole through each.
“Beads,” I thought, and the white flashed its approval.
“Aye Tynks,” I said.
My blues flew back along the path and I held up my shining columbine, finding my path home blazing in yellow, waiting for me.”