’I never dream hardly. When I was younger I dreamed vivid, real dreams. Like, wake you from your slumber in a jerking, panting, sweat... dream. I dreamt of demons in my Granny’s house, a lot. And flying. I always dreamed I could fly.
They had stopped actually...well, not stopped but faded...after I left my childhood home. I don’t know that it means anything. The place I spent my kid years’ was a beautiful and serene setting. My bones grew full in a brick house right between the feet of two mountains. I have all safe, peaceful memories there. Mostly...
Death stains you. A missed brother, daddy, and nephew... Grandfathers’ and the best Grandmothers’...death settles your bones with a missing you can’t imagine. But bones don’t stop.
It’s all I have to say about that.
The New Year has started. I’ve been finishing up some redo’s on my house. For resale value it’s a good thing to do. I like this home. I have good memories here. Some of my best friends I met and kept from this Lane. I have grown up here and found my dreams faded partly because real dreams started to come true. My writing career, published books, being a mommy, and a new venture I will introduce later- I love where I live and that’s important. No matter where the next move might be. For now...you live what’s yours.
I know good hearted and real people are hard to come by. This home taught me that. Between all the research, the writing, the nights of proofing...I’ve found myself to be thankful. I live my own way. Even ugly people have something to teach- you just evolve and grow when you trust in the good. I don’t mind change. I’ve always known my purpose, my heart, my talent...my real self. No need to mimic someone else’s anything. It sets me apart, as a writer and as a human. Originality. Because realness can’t be copied.
So back to dreaming... how perfect a fit. I’ve started to dream some again. I’m not sure why. Maybe because so much is coming true in my life that new dreams are waking. But that’s not the whole idea with this blog... I have been studying Wicca. Yes. I know! My oldest sister says to stop. She is a faithful Christian and does not like the idea of messing in other religions like that. Even though it is strictly research, I don’t mind it. Writing doesn’t just come overnight. Writing has been in my blood since early adolescence. The proof is in the pudding as they say. Short stories from grade school, ribbon wins from college, novels, reviews, tired fingers... The love of being a writer is something you’re made with. It is who I am. So research on all kinds of uncomfortable subjects- I have done. It’s always for the story.
This Wicca study though... it’s a whole other level. I’m drawn to it. It’s odd and exhilarating. After a true Wiccan stopped at a family member’s house because she was meant to relay a message (her words), well...the oddness just got more significant. This woman, whom moved years and years ago from this area, was drawn (as she said) to stop at my family’s house and speak with someone. I had just finished my first book on Wicca Religion- ‘The Ghost Horse and the Silver Moon’. It is one of my favorite writes’. The conversation and interview after that day would prove to be something straight out of a book. My skin tightens in nervous feels’ just thinking of it.
I’m doing a giveaway this month as I prepare for new releases. And I can say this... that end book, ‘The Devil’s Mare’, is hauntingly thorough. If ‘Sandcastle Soldier’ gutted you... then just wait on this read. Till’ soon...happy reads everybody. ‘SS’ will be available from Barnes’ in the next coming days. Happy New Year! ❤️, EM