See Topaz: The Truth Portal & The Color Mayhem to learn more about Mirth and all its weirdness!
“Our first day traveling down the river ended. There was a sense of anticipation in the air, a hint of the importance of what was to come. Burma yanked at a blanket with his teeth. I took it from him and pulled it up over our snuggled bodies. Fiddling through my slingbags, I found some dried fruit, which we ate while staring expectantly for the moments when the trees would open above us and allow us to see the immense beauty of the night sky, its brilliant starlight showering the eventide with charm. Every time the trees closed up again, our eyelids drooped a little more, until they shut.”
Anticipation can keep us going sometimes when we hit a lull. What are some things you’re looking forward to before then end of the year? 🖤
I’m looking forward to watching my kids dance in the nutcracker, finishing editing my new novel, finding a new apartment to live in that has a yard (and hopefully a brick wall!)
Happy Tuesday! 🖤
“The sunlight gently lit up the orb from the inside, just as a candle is used to kindle another. He sighed with pleasure and passed me the little pygmy globe. I cupped my palms, surprised by the offering, and held it like a fragile, soft-shelled queepfluff egg. It was heavy and warm, and throbbed with a tiny pulse that vibrated gently through its crystal wall.”
When we write, whether poetry, short stories, or novels, inspiration can come from anywhere, at anytime, and an urge to get to a piece of paper, a computer, a laptop, or often for me, the notes app, pushes us forward almost uncontrollably. Because we know the idea can slip away as easily as it came. We have to get it down, asap.
A gentle place where inspiration often comes is while journalling. Some years back, I was on a creative “diet” prescribed in Julia Cameron’s “The Artist’s Way”. It was during the reading and carrying out of the activities in this workbook that I finally decided to take the plunge and write a novel, because even though I’d been writing forever, I’d never given myself that permission. She helped me realize I actually wanted to, and that I could go ahead and just do it.
Now any parent can understand that it’s hard to keep routines such as morning journalling, yoga or meditation with the busy life that comes with having kids. I try to journal somewhat regularly now, but when I chose to write Topaz, I was very disciplined.
The idea for the book had come from the page itself. The inspiration for Mirth’s whiteness was the whiteness of the lined paper I was writing on. (I journal longhand in the ugliest spiral notebook I can find. If it’s too lovely, I can’t bear to mark it with my messy scrawl.)
The idea of the belly button portal to another world, and also the idea of the orbiglass worlds, was taken from a story I wrote in my twenties for a graphic novel called Gravitée. You can say I stole my own idea. It was a project that never got past some sketches and minimal research.
The main idea of the graphic novel was that of a society de-evolved to the point that everyone had claws and tails, and a small community of rebels were left with old clues from their deceased astrologer ancestors to help them save their world after the earthquakes. Saved, that is, from the charlatan priests that led them and took advantage of fear and ignorance to pretend the gods needed appeasing. Gravitée was the name of the main character, who is now Topaz, and in her “umbi-pit” world she would meet a a guide, who became Mallo. The original idea was that the the center of the universe was in her navel. It was inspired by an expression in French “le nombril du monde” which is usually negative, implying someone thinks they are the center of the universe. In this case it was true. She was the centre.
Topaz’s premise is completely different, one of a girl who sets off from an absurd dystopian society in search for authenticity and happiness, but the magical components of Gravitée fit her like a glove.
Never throw out old ideas! Who knows when they can be of use. Like a box of sewing scraps, you can explore it and find lace to add to a hem, or fancy buttons to sew down the front of your home-made garment.
Have you ever salvaged old ideas, whether with writing or otherwise? Tell me in the comments!
Have a good week! 🖤
Here are a few more weird things from Mirth, Topaz’s umbi-pit playing a bigger role in this book than one would expect from a such a small body part. Check out this link: Topaz: The Truth Portal & The Color Mayhem to learn more about Topaz and her quest for freedom and emancipation.
The rope from my treehouse dangled heavily to the ground below, as did my morale. Sliding down with my routine languor, my shoe slipped from my foot and fell, the laces entangling around a small branch. I dawdlingly dangled sideways and reached down to unhook it, calmly flipping and pulling at the swank red laces I’d purchased with a moonloop’s worth of work.
The clothes we wore needed to blend in perfectly with our function, like a uniform, varying in the amounts of blues, grays and lavenders depending on the trade one held. Life was unbearably drab, and I thirsted for any sort of relief from it all. To be daubed with any other color was bold, intrepid, and audacious, especially considering the lengths one had to go through to acquire it.”
A high fantasy adventure
“We followed the creature out of the clearing and down another dimly lit, green-roofed passage. My eyes adjusted quickly. The corridor was speckled with more animals, sounds and fragrant flowers than I could count. Little creatures poked their heads out and shied back into the verdant walls on either side of us, reminiscent of the spirtles in Mallo’s beard. Fast, tiny byrds hopped across the forest floor ahead. Serpents crept like vines across and above, hissing in harmony with the rest of the woodsy orchestra. Rodents skittered beside us, zigzagging in and out of our steps, making the happy pack of children burst into giggles that resonated loudly inside the living basket surrounding us. We enjoyed most of the day this way, merrily walking without tiring, even though there was a purposefulness to our step that reminded me of the unknown yet weighty mission that lay ahead.”
Topaz: The Truth Portal & The Color Mayhem
A high fantasy fable ❤️
For a short moment as I was passed from one to the other, I felt like an entity caught in the pull between what had to be the two most magnetic beings in the world.”