Crystal Blue – with cool new history!!


I wrote this for a former teacher of mine while looking at, and inspired by, a picture of an eagle.  I’m re-posting today because after I showed her the poem, she showed me this picture….

Crystal Blue, the aforementioned teacher, took this picture the DAY BEFORE I was randomly inspired to write this poem about her while staring at an eagle picture  in my bedroom!!!  How cool is that!  I couldn’t think of anything to write that night and just scribbled a bit with my eyes closed. When I opened them, my eyes focused on the eagle picture in my room. I let my eyes go soft and continued to scribble, and soon the poem just came to me.

Has anything like this happened to you?  Let me know in the comments below

The Eagle soars as Eagles do
‘Neath a sky of Crystal Blue,
And the Wolf whose mournful howls
Are no match for feral growls
Oh the Kitties how they pounce
How they tumble, how they bounce,
See the Ravens crow and dither
As they fly both yon and hither.
All of these can e’er be found
If you only look around.

Moving soon, I hope—SO tired


I have my own domain now.  http://www.ravenmarlow.com.  After it’s up, I’ll double post everything for a month or two, but then this site will retire, probably.

I’m so tired from staring at a computer screen all day for work and then all night for homework (read all my classwork tonight for one week and part of last week’s too…Yes, I was late).  My eyes and head …and well my whole body hurts from Fibromyalgia.  The weather front moving in has me barely able to move, so instead of writing tonight I’m going to post my journal entry for last night:

Can't we all just get along??

Class today—well it sucked.  Apparently even gadgets on a desk piss off the professor, whether using them or not.  LOVE being treated like I’m 2. NOT!!  Ah well…the next class has a great professor, but I feel clueless on some things while my much younger classmates seem to already know everything. MAN I feel OLD!!  Remind me again WHY I’m in school…anybody?

I’m beginning to see it as little more than a roadblock to my writing.  Unfortunately, there are financial reasons why I really need to stay in, so stay in I will.

Besides…what if I can’t make it?  What if I never make a career in writing?  I read an article the other day that showed how a certain company is making it all but impossible for new authors to gain success.  Sure they can publish, but without a name, who’s going to buy your work?

Basically, either you already have it or you never will.  It doesn’t bode well for my reams for the future.  I really hope that article is wrong.  OR–I hope I’m the exception (long with some close friends).  I’d really LOVE more time to write and develop a fan base–even meet fans.  Besides, my day job is slowly killing me.  I really need to get out if IT!  I know…how did I go from IT to writing? That, my friends, was a very LONG journey.

Maybe someday I’ll share a bit of it.  But not today—

What are you looking for?  What are your dreams? I would love to hear them!

 

 

 

PS if anyone knows who the picture creds belong to, please let me know. I saved it years ago. Thanks bunches!

Indulging in Guilty Pleasures


Anita Blake rescued me from Reality TV.  Everywhere I looked, someone was living in the wilderness or eating something horrible, or BOTH!  Worse still were the cameras following celebrities to show their “exciting” lives.  One of my favorite past times suddenly made me want to pass out!

I met a new friend who read a lot during that time, and she decided I must want to read as well. I’d read all of my adult life, but never more than 2-3 books a year.  Anyhow, given the state of television, I decided to try the books she loaned me.  There were three, and it took me about 10 months to read all three of them. When I finished the third one, I wanted more.  Sure I’d read about vampires and fantasy worlds before, but never one quite like this one. The desire for more led me to the discovery of serial fiction novels.  No, I really hadn’t known much about it before.

Book Cover for Guilty Pleasures by Laurell K Hamilton

As it turned out, the book was the first in a series and there were already 8 other books in the series.  I read them all in the same amount of time it had taken me to read the first three, including another one that was released while I was reading them.  I was hooked. I had to wait 9 more months for another release in the series, and I was frothing at the mouth to read more.

The series is about an Animator, one who raises the dead in the form of a zombie for ‘legal’ reasons for a business quaintly named Animator’s, Inc.  She is also a vampire hunter.  Move over Buffy!  Actually, the first book in the series, Guilty Pleasures, was copyrighted in 1993, long before the TV series came out in 1997, but the 1992 box office bomb the TV series was based on might have also helped inspire the creator of Anita’s world of mythical creatures.

Vampires are made by other vampires.  Zombies are raised from the grave by an animator or voodoo priest.  Ghouls, as far as we know, just crawl out of the grave on their own.”  Anita Blake – page 26.

Laurell K Hamilton creates a world where vampires not only exist, but they are also legal citizens in the United States.  Anita’s jurisdiction covers several states in and around St. Louis, MO.  She kills vampires only when she is issued a warrant of execution by the state in which they reside. At least, that’s what the police think.  In Guilty Pleasures, Anita faces the decision to kill or be killed, in a matter not necessarily recognized by law, for the first time, but not the last.

The story begins with Willy McCoy, a newly turned vampire and the first vampire Anita had known as a human, tries to hire her to investigate a series of vampire killings that are very disturbing to the police and, apparently, the vampire community. Unfortunately for Anita, the beautiful Jean-Claude, second only to Nikolaos, the Master of the City, has convinced the Master, that Anita is the only person who can help them solve this mystery.  Anita turns Willy down, refusing to work for the fanged creatures.  The Master is not pleased when Anita refuses. She orders Jean-Claude to lure her to his strip club, Guilty Pleasures, in order to make her an offer she can’t refuse.  If she doesn’t investigate the murders, they will kill her good friend, Catherine. This time Anita doesn’t refuse.

By this time the story had me, but it wasn’t just the story, it was the storytelling that sucked me in.  Laurell K Hamilton uses a first person narrative to develop a strong female protagonist that I really relate to.  In many ways, I feel like I would say and do the same things if I were Anita.  Anita rambles sometimes in her thoughts, but the ramblings had fears and doubts, same insecurities that I shared.

“Everyone has their weaknesses.  Some people smoke.  I collect stuffed penguins.  If you won’t tell, I won’t.”  Anita Blake – page 80.

Sometimes, her thoughts explain her emotional connection to her gun or why she works with the people she works with.  Other times she waxes philosophic:

“You can’t save everybody.  In fact, there are days when I think you can’t save anyone.  Each person has to save himself first, then you can move in and help. I have found this philosophy does not work during a gun battle or a knife fight either. Outside of that it works just fine.” Anita Blake – page 158.

But every decision she makes is thought out before she makes it, even if her thoughts aren’t exactly logical.  I doubt I would think very logically with a vampire clouding my mind either.

“You do what we want, or I will peel away your mind like layers of an onion.” Nikolaos to Anita Blake – page 69.

I found myself living through Anita’s eyes and truly becoming Anita.  Her eyes were the window to another world where I could escape whenever I needed a break from my not-so-exciting life.  When I had read all there was to read of the Anita Blake series, I found others to read, more strong protagonists to become.  Soon I was reading 2-3 books a week when I wasn’t in school.  How did that happen?  It got to a point where someone would tell me of a really interesting movie and I would think, “I wonder if it’s based on a book”.  I loved how books had more details than movies.

Eventually, a friend asked me if I would help her write a book, and because of my (respectively) newfound love, I said yes.  I helped her for several months and helped pushed her further towards a complete outline than she’d ever been.  Before we were able to finish, however, she moved to another state and lost all her writings in a fire.  The following year I met a writer and together we came up with a very unusual concept.  We worked on this story for months, and I would help with the ideas while he did the actual writing.    A large change happened in both of our lives and he dropped offline to pursue other things.  The story churned in my mind for almost a year before I was able to contact him again.

He told me that I’d had very strong ideas on how the book should be written and that I should write the book myself.  I wasn’t happy with that idea because I was no writer.  I was a reader.  Until an emotional day when suddenly words started coming to me:

“Part of me wanted to run away screaming. But where would I go? What would I do? Who would I run to? I’d once seen the gods who created me, but only once.” –Pandora

I started writing and what do you know?  I enjoyed it!  Thanks to a love for books I’d discovered almost 10 years before with Anita Blake, I’d found a new Guilty Pleasure.

 

 

What’s your story?  What started you reading, or even writing? What was your main inspiration?    Please share, I can’t wait to read your responses!!

Can You Save the Faeries?


Here’s a little something I’m playing with.  Let me know what you think!

You’ve heard it said that when children say they don’t believe in fairies that their lights go out. But they don’t die. Oh no, they don’t die.

When a fairy’s light goes out, they become nasty dark fairies. They miss the light so much that they become very bitter.

So instead of flying around doing good things, they do mean things. They don’t want to help young children believe in themselves.

Instead they whisper dark things in their ears. They don’t tell them to be nice and share. They tell them to take things that aren’t theirs.

They no longer leave money in exchange for your tooth as a special celebration.  They prefer to take away your shiny things, just because they can.

They bully around the fairies of light and tell you to do the same to your friends.  They take their money and kick them around.  Do you know people like that?

They pull dogs ears and make them yelp so mom and dad think you hurt the family dog. Is there any end to the mean things they do?

But there is hope yes there is.  There is something YOU can do!

It’s true that every time a child says they don’t believe in fairies one of their lights goes out,

But if you believe again their lights return!

YOU can bring back the fairies of light one by one!  Share this phrase with everyone you meet:

I believe in fairies, yes I do.
I believe in fairies, do you?

Say it with me, shout it out to the world!

I believe in fairies, yes I do.
I believe in fairies, do you?

Startled Awake!


Startled awake! Again the voice awakens him from a dreamless sleep. Where is it coming from? It’s beautiful…this heavenloy voice that replaces his dreams, every night for months now. The sound of heartache makes his heart bleed. What could it be? Why is it tormenting his sleep?

He seems to remember teh voice crying his name in loving adoration through harmonies no human could ever achieve. In his state of half-sleep, he can focus in on it more clearly it seems. Love songs too beautiful to repeat. Why? Someone is in love with him it seems, but who?

Crying, suddenly, for the first time, he hears it, “Logan…” Instantly he awakens. “…I love you.” It’s still there! How can he still hear it while he is awake? “How I long for you.” He’s not crazy after all! It really exists…sweet confirmation. Wait…there is a tiny light by him on the bed. “I am weak from loving you.” What could it be? He looks closer.

She looks up. There he is. Oh no! He’s seen her! She tries to hide, but she cannot find the energy. Her true love has found her, but too late. “Forbidden love, it cannot be. Our hearts aligned, not meant to be.”

He picks her up. She’s beautiful! He knows he’s loved her since he first heard her voice. He touches her wing with his finger. Runs his finger through her hair. “I love you too.” She closes her eyes and smiles. “Goodbye.” And the light goes out.