Oh Look! Another Pretty New Book! Inspired…
…and I’m already feeling it with the look of this lovely cover :0)
Inspired by Danielle Shipley
Release Date: March 17, 2014
Target Reader: Adult
Keywords: Fiction
For a muse like Lucianíel, one story’s end is another’s beginning.
In the wake of his author’s sudden death, Luc takes ownership of her surviving creations—four fantastical characters with tales yet to be told—saving them from unwritten lives crumbling around them and giving them a second chance at a literary future.
Luc finds that chance in the unsuspecting mind of Annabelle Iole Gray, a quirky teen with her head in the clouds, nose in a book, and imagination ripe for a brilliant muse’s inspiration.
Or so he hopes.
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Oh butterfly, spread those wings, even if you land in the very same spot.
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I remember being six or seven, and falling in love with the butterflies. Their wings flickering fast under the sunlight, lifting them up and carrying them in a sudden rush of air. I remember the sun on my own cheeks and the wind in my hair as I spun in circles in the yard, free. Time didn’t matter; it stopped, and I’d spin and run, and follow the butterflies until I’d hear my mother call me to dinner, or to come inside for whatever important reason.
Reality grounds us all and sometimes it gives us unexpected surprises, some of them good and some of them bad. As I’m learning to move through each day with a smile on my face because I can, I’ve realized, we can’t always influence what happens to us, but we can influence our hearts and our own actions to these outside forces.
I’ve been working on a serious dream of mine for a little over five years, and many days and moments, I don’t hear exactly what I want to hear. I may feel down for a moment. I may need a night to decompress and just feel icky. The sun fades. The stars shine. The next morning I wake up and I think, I still really want this dream. I’ve also learned as I walk forward each day, at least a little ways, we can’t always wake up and be brilliant. Some days we walk and find ourselves back in the same spot scratching our heads. That’s okay. It is perfectly okay to embrace the certain humbling experience of working so hard and seeing very little.
I teach Yoga. I tell my yoga students, flexibility never happens over night. I ask them to be patient, and one day, they’ll be stuck in a certain pose, trying and working, and all of a sudden they’ll feel this shift—a response in their body. Or maybe one morning, they’ll wake up and find themselves standing taller. In my five years of teaching yoga, I went to the doctor this past summer and he measured me. I looked at my height measurement, and I actually grew, because Yoga helps the body let go. Tension, fatigue, life, all of what we do takes a toll on our muscles. The same is true for dreaming. One day, I may feel like I’m getting no where. Suddenly, the blinds open. The sun shines through, and I see something different. I see a miraculous clue that I’ve just made progress.
My last thought of my post is this: it is okay to have to work hard. It is okay to face little if no progress sometimes, but don’t give up. It will happen, if you want it that bad. If you keep working hard and refusing to accept the no, eventually, as one of my good writing buddies always tells me, “something good will come this way,” someday. Hugs my friends.
And happy birthday to me!
A Tale of a Princess And Her Love For A Kingdom
A Review of The Stone Kingdom, Book Two of The Wilderhark Tales, by Danielle Shipley
A Bit About The Story
All hell breaks loose, a curse cast, and a string of tests are set for Rosalba. Facing defeat time after time again, Rosalba must discover the truth behind the witch’s life altering actions.
My Review
4 stars
The Stone Kingdom is a highly vivid, carefully formulated story, written in a time frame similar to early fairy tale writers like Hans Christian Anderson, Charles Perrault, and the Brothers Grimm. You might have heard of The Princess and the Pea, Sleeping Beauty, or Rapunzel, and if you love these types of stories with lessons about life, you’ll definitely love Shipley’s The Stone Kingdom.
The Good.
Her writing style. Clean and pointed, Shipley draws you in with her brilliant character and landscape descriptions where you quickly adjust to the time frame of castles and kingdoms. She has a style all on her own, and it’s lovely.
She took pleasure in sharing her father’s willowy form and self possessed countenance, her mother’s resolute mouth and chin, as well as her eyes, an elusive gray-green more subtle than sage, (page 6).
The Great.
Her scenes. Her real characters. Shipley builds on the emotions of a 15-year-old princess losing her freedom for the necessary protection of the kingdom. First, Shipley captures the feeling of war in a young woman struggling between dependence and independence who desperately wants to grow up. Next, she explores the idealistic vision of love and how it’s easy to believe someone else will save us from our troubles. How they can change everything we don’t like about our present state of being and can magically give us our one simple heart’s desire. I loved how Shipley shared Rosalba’s struggle with her wish to find love to save her kingdom, and yet she wants someone to see her, and get her for who she is. Lastly, Rosalba’s journey for acceptance is humbling. I appreciated how Shipley created a strong female MC who refused to give up by growing up.
The Ohmigoodness.
The lesson learned. True to any fairy tale, the lesson at the end of the story is the driving force. The Stone Kingdom is no exception to this fable structure, all wound in to the delightful twist at the end, and I admit, I chuckled. I enjoyed it very much, and fairy tales will always have a special place in my heart.
To see find out more about The Stone Kingdom, book two of the Wilderhark Tales, visit Danielle Shipley’s Website.
Just The Break I Needed
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| Squeezing in for a photo on the plane to Denver |
I was sort of afraid to leave town. Every year, I go to Denver and visit my family to celebrate our lumped together birthdays at the end of August and early September. This year, I had so much on my plate I dreaded what four days off would do to my life.
It was the best break ever.
I slept. I played. I read a really great book. The kids had so much fun with their cousins, and getting out of Kansas City, to a higher and less humid elevation, was a blessing. The air smelled fresh, clean, and full of trees. We saw hummingbirds flit in and graze at the flowers around my brother’s home. The storms that rolled in never stayed longer than 20 minutes. The mountains are always amazing and we spent an entire morning there. It was a great change in scenery.
The work is a bit piled up now that I’m staring the week straight in the face, but you know what, so what. A little stress won’t hurt, and I am ready to get back into the swing of life. I’m happy to be home. My husband surprised me with a clean house, which was also a pretty great break.
Lesson Learned: when worries sneak up and you’re afraid to leave, sometimes the best way to get your creative juices flowing again is just say yes. Leave town. Switch up your environment and breathe a bit. Sigh.
I’m happy, and now it’s full steam ahead.
Cloud Nine Girl 