Ultimate Blog Challenge: Day 18: Of Dragons and Horses


So I decided to go with the prompt for today: Childhood Dreams

Would you believe that with all my talks of dragons over the last seventeen days that I did not come to my acquaintance with them until adulthood.  I knew of dragons of course. I remember listening to the song; Puff the Magic Dragon on my little record player hundreds of times. One thing that did attract my attention was horses (it seems that a good many people shared this fascination with me). I was all about horses. I loved horse books and my favorite author was Marguerite Henry and her tales of the Chincoteague ponies, Justin Morgan Had a Horse, and of course Black Gold. I would read these books over and over again.

I begged my father to get us a pony until he finally relented and got us one. It was then that I realized I was fascinated with the idea of owning a horse but not so much with actually owning a horse. Bobby, the pony was a lot of work that I didn’t so much enjoy.

So after several years of not taking care of the pony my dad finally gave him away. I can only hope it was to a child who would love and care for him more than I did.

So another one of my passions was writing. Even as a young child I remember sitting at the dining room table and pretending I owned a greeting card company where I would come up with little sayings to put inside the cards. Around Middle school time I began to write more. I took a creative writing class and even thought about being a journalist only after I was disabused of the desire to be a nurse.

Ah yes, I had many dreams as a child, not many of them came to fruition as I learned the facts about each of my dreams, like nursing involved blood and icky stuff that I didn’t think I could handle. I saw the movie Jaws when it was released and had nightmares as well as fearing going to sleep. It was then that I decided that nursing was not something I wanted to pursue, even though it had been a dream of mine for several years. Once again I think it was the pamphlets about nursing schools and the cute little white caps that nurses got to wear that was the appeal instead of the actual nursing.

Of course when I met my husband while still in high school and fell in love most of my dreams were put aside for the thought of being married to him and raising a family. It wasn’t until we were many years into our marriage that I took up my writing again and that even came after another of what I thought had been a childhood dream was quashed. Still no dragons entered my life.

It wasn’t until about sixteen years ago that the first of my dragons came on the scene. The first one Tatsu has turned out to be not such a nice dragon, but not long after Myrria came along and my fascination with dragons blossomed.

When I think about the sense of wonder and the attitude that comes with it, I think with my dragons and my writing I have been able to resurrect some of those feelings. My books are a testament to that wonder. I am ecstatic that I have been able to return to those childhood dreams and make them a part of my adulthood.

And I still love horses and like to ride, but having one to own is not a desire. Someone else can do the owning. Nursing is definitely no longer a dream, but I have spent thirty nine years nursing and nurturing my children and my grandchildren. So even though I don’t have the cute cap (which I don’t think many nurses wear nowadays) nursing is another dream that came true, just not in the way I first thought it would.

In my humble opinion those childhood dreams that we all have are the fuel that warms our adult lives and even though they may not appear to come true, in some form or another they do come to fruition.

So don’t ignore those horses and dragons, those greeting card games or even the nursing dreams. Instead encourage them, feed them, let them grow, because you never know what they will blossom into.

Ultimate Blog Challenge Day 10 after missing Day 9: Still not sure what I am going to write about


I have prompts, but none of them are calling out to me. My dragons sit in my lair and give me the evil eye because I can’t think of anything to write. Although in my defense; I have been having some website issues on my other website, Faith Inspiration and a Cup of Tea. When I started on this challenge I thought I would be posting on both websites, that is until  I couldn’t get into my other website. I contacted my host and thought they had helped me last week. They said it would take some time days to start working again, but I think a week was a little extreme. So this week I again contact the host and they fix it again. Hurrah, I can get into my website. Darn I can’t open any of the pages, so no posting yet. Contact the host again this morning and after a few minutes restored complete access to my blog. Anyway I may or may not attempt to do the challenge on the other website, but am planning to continue on this one.

Myrria still isn’t happy. Her and I just had a discussion about why I wasn’t writing. I have a couple of projects that I could be working on and yet have little desire to do the work. Myrria isn’t pleased. She pointed out that in the short story I was writing that I was using the wrong dragon. Both of the dragons that I tried in the story weren’t even born in the time period that I was trying to write in. She also pointed out that maybe I was using the wrong character and instead of trying to create a new one, I should explore the stories of one of my existing characters. Oh and she also suggested quite strongly that she was the dragon to be used in the story.

So now I have a different dragon and character to use in the story prompt Into the Woods. One other suggestion she gave was to abandon a prompt that I was trying to combine with Into the Woods. So I pretty much and am on square one. Time to do a little mind mapping and see what comes up. Hopefully this discussion has helped to delete my dry spell and I can start writing again.

Myrria, Princess Enit or Prince Airyn? They both have stories that haven’t been told and they both have woods that they can go into. Just have to figure out what is going to happen in the woods. I remember when I first wrote Prince Airyn’s story one scene that did not get written, so not included in the book, was about the forest outside of the Flaithri School for Adepts. The forest was a forbidden forest, but I never explored why it was forbidden or what would happen if he went into it. Enit attended the same school, although a different campus. They didn’t realize at the time that they were brother and sister. Maybe there is something there that I can tap into.

I guess this post has been about my process. I read a two blog posts yesterday one was telling me it was okay not to be okay, and I think I need to take that advice. Sometimes things just don’t come together the way you thought they should and that’s okay. The other one was about distractions and not having anything to post. Again the advice from the first post it’s okay not to be okay. I have to take this advice to heart. Somedays things are not going to go the way I want them to, I just have to live in the moment, take a deep breathe and embrace what is happening instead of trying to force it.

I’m not sure where this post will fit today or if anyone will be interested in reading my rantings but it has been cathartic for me to write this. The most important thing; I am writing and a story will come out of it someday.

Myrria and I will see you tomorrow and hopefully you will be spared another rant. Goodbye for now.