Writery stuff, thoughts and random rants
“I don’t like mind games,” I said. I was fast running out of board.
April lifted an eyebrow in silent question. “We are wolves. Wolves play mind games too.”
“No,” I slid the knight piece forward. The moment I made the move, I knew I was wrong. “It’s mind games with a twisted human behind them that I don’t like.”
I do have my people my pack.
But they are faraway.
Can I meet “my kind”? Will I ever have the chance?
Howl as I might, my people seems elusive.
So I saw the Goddess
one of her incarnations: this time,
Kuan Yin, or one of the more
primal Powers who have many arms
like a burning sun.
Yellow butterflies danced about
her, dancing while she danced
on her shrine, her pedestal,
her glow so strong
—- dream, 4/12/2013
My books are in the wild. Some are loved. Some are loathed. Some are ripped into, snarked at.
To The Rider Trilogy and Jan Xu Adventures, there can only be onwards and upwards. We are already far along on the path. Not giving up, not giving up.
To my short stories still in the wild, hang on in there, be strong.
There can only be onwards and upwards.
April gave me a rose agate pebble with smooth edges when I turned thirteen. It fit in the center of my palm. She said that she found it while she scoured the beach. She loved beaches. I loved her for that. When we were twelve, we realized our relationship was different. We were cousins, but we felt something stronger than that. Young as we were, we couldn’t describe how we felt.
I had the pebble made into a pendant. I didn’t wear it though. Instead I kept it in the main drawer of my desk on board the ship, to remind myself of what was real and tangible.
“You are like mama,” Lien said.
“Where’s your mama?”
“Don’t know,” her tears started to streak down her face again.
“Oh sorry, little girl,” I murmured, walking over and stroking her hair.
“I am not a little girl,” she whined. “I am a little wolf.”
“Oh yes, that,” I had to smile. “I used to say that a lot too.”
“So you friend?” Lien asked, her voice muffled, but still clear to my ears. Wolf ears could hear.
I stared at the brown hair, at the eyes peering from beneath. “Yes.”