Whoo! Whoo! And Welcome Aboard!
(Imagine bells, whistles and dandy streamers to experience the full, surround-sound effect. While you’re at it, throwing in a laser show would be AWESOME.)
So, what’s this blog about? In a peanut shell–whatever strikes my fancy. And, let me tell ya, a lot of strange things strike my fancy. I’m a little off-kilter, prone to exaggeration, and a frequent flier on the space shuttle to imagination. This comes in handy being a writer. Not so much in the “real” world.
Here’s a tip, reality is an illusion of the mind. Enliven, enrich and embellish to your heart’s content. Now close your eyes and clap your hands and repeat — I do believe in faeries. I do believe in faeries. I do believe in faeries.
Whew! Tinkerbell dodged another one. Thanks for that.
Now, where was I?
Oh, yes…my new blog. I spent an inordinate amount of time–it was eons if it was a day– pondering, wrestling, napping, trying to come up with the perfect…ta da…THEME. Everyone knows you must have a theme for a successful blog. How else will readers know what to expect?
My friends have blogs. Great blogs. Themed blogs full of tidbits on the craft of writing, kitchen adventures, book reviews, gardening advice and whatnot. I recommend their blogs to everyone. I even tried to emulate them. My muse rewarded me with a bad case of hives.
I regrouped. Enrolled in a blogging class where I learned about brands and loglines and more about themes. I committed to three posts a week, each with a specific motif. That lasted a month before my muse hog-tied me and flittered off to Cairo. Once again, I had tried to mirror what others were doing when really, I just gots to be me.
Thanks to my super cool Super Power–joint hypermobility, I escaped from my muse’s ropin’ shenanigan. And, while she was on sabbatical I visited an old friend at Hogwarts. He said, “Harry…” (I’m not sure why he called me Harry. I don’t look anything like a pubescent school boy-wizard with round spectacles. Nevertheless, I hung on my mentor’s every word.)
“I sometimes find, and I am sure you know the feeling, that I simply have too many thoughts and memories crammed into my mind… At these times… I use the Pensieve. One simply siphons the excess thoughts from one’s mind, pours them into the basin, and examines them at one’s leisure.” Albus Dumbledore (“Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire”, JK Rowling)
Then and there, I heard a choir sing–strange how they sounded a lot like Evanescence. In that moment of internal auditory stimulation, I realized this blog would be my Pensieve. All the random, off-the-cuff thoughts zipping through my brain like a bullet train would finally have a station to pull into. Yippie-aye-a-cow-patty! (I don’t know what a cow patty has to do with a Yippie-aye-a, but that’s how we say it back home.)
My muse returned, on the condition that we toss the notion of pre-conceived themes out the window of the Millennium Falcon. Which we did.
So there you have it—the tale of this blog’s birth. At T-minus and none I can announce….Houston, we have a go! This blog is rocketing into the infinite frontier. So, pop a cork, clink a tea cup, and hang loose. The odyssey has begun.
First stop…Scotland, circa 2000.
When Big Sis and I visited the ancient land of Alba, we enjoyed an entertaining bus ride to Loch Ness. Entertaining for the bus driver, because to him we talked funny and he was tickled that someone with THE MOUSE practically living in her backyard had ventured across the Great Pond to grace him with her presence.
Or it could’ve been the big deal I made over the wooly cows we saw along the way. Now, it’s not like Sis and I had never seen a cow. We’d never seen a cow with that much hair. Good grief, Fabio would’ve been envious of those tresses. I know I was, dang it.
Once we arrived at our destination, Sis and I stretched our legs, communed with the spirits residing in the ruins of Urquhart Castle and jitterbugged barefoot in the freezing tides of Loch Ness.
I had some nervous anticipation wishing I would see NESSIE, because that would be AWESOME, and I envisioned becoming the first person to come face to face with the ancient creature after swimming out to her greet her. And yes, I would do that…curiosity fuels my bravery. If I got eaten, my sister was there to witness the
gory news-worthy event and my name would forever be tied to the Loch Ness monster. Is there anything cooler than that?
As luck would have it, NESSIE didn’t feel the need to appear on demand. With frozen toes, I reluctantly returned to the bus where I diverted my disappointment by taking pictures of the landscape whizzing past. It wasn’t until I got home and looked over my photographic diary that I realized NESSIE had made an appearance. Only she wasn’t in Loch Ness when she did. In the far corner of a photo of a loch, whose name I’d forgotten, was a serpentine figure rising from the water.
I showed the picture to a few people, who scoffed at the notion that the grainy image was a sea monster. The general consensus was that it was a piece of wood floating on the water. Hmmm…I’ve seen a lot of driftwood. None had a long neck with a distinctive head.
I decided to post the picture here and give y’all a chance to decide whether or not it was NESSIE. I rummaged through my photo album, three times if not a dozen. Mysteriously, the sleeve containing that priceless print was missing. Oh, the horror. I clutched my heart, hoping not to faint. The aliens who had stolen my waist (a tale to be told in another post) had absconded with my only proof of the cryptid. Sneaky little bastards.
Take my word for it…not only does the Loch Ness monster exist, she’s being protected by a covert alliance from outer space. What that means to us earthlings I don’t know…yet. The nosy-bosy that I am drives me to seek out truth, justice and the American-way. Holy crap, I’m channeling Superman. Yikes! He’s an alien too. What’s this world coming to?
Have you had any strange experiences with aliens, cryptids, or the supernatural?
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