A New World to Explore (For Both Me and You)

Here we are among the summer sunsets the burnt the blue sky. Chalk flower gardens and a bright array of paint colors. Here where sidewalks loop around Winchester court, and the noise of family bubbles from inside.

But now, there’s a new adventure calling.

Slowly withdraw from summer warmth, let the sound of slapping flip-flops fade, the paint colors blur, although not dim. They will never lose their brilliance.

But now the rushing of the leafs of the trees grows in volume. The sky is dressed bright and clear in autumn blue. The world is sweet and sunshine is a song. No sidewalks, no houses. Only the sweet earth beneath our feet. Only ground dappled in light and a sky dappled in clouds.

Betwixt Valley and Glen in a corner of these mystical lands, a girl in a long green cloak comes down from the way, in her eyes a depth of wisdom and the innocence of wonder, before her the quiet greeting of tree and flower alike.

Here is the coming world that I now present to you…

Lydia Green of Mulberry Glen

I hope you enjoyed that little snippety-snippet. Think of it as a bit of a teaser trailer. The synopsis will follow it sooner or later. (That rhymed!) And yes, I realize that that was a very dramatic way to reveal a title.

What can I say? Drama is my expertise!

But yes, I have indeed released the title of my new and upcoming book; Lydia Green of Mulberry Glen. It’s a bit of a relief for me to call it by its proper name now instead of just ‘the fantasy book’. No doubt you will be hearing a lot about it in the coming months.

As for progress on Lydia Green, (or LGMG as I sometimes shorten it to), I am happy to say that after pushing through some inoperativeness on the story’s side (definitely not mine) I am now well on my way to finishing the second draft. After that, I plan to send it too beta readers.

As you might remember if you’ve followed along on my previous book journey, I used beta readers on my third draft for Honey Butter. The reason I’m using them earlier this time is that I’ve learned a lot since then. Many beta readers have strong ideas that would involve bigger plot changes than I was at first prepared for, I did my best to give these ideas full consideration and implementation with Honey Butter, and while I think it did an alright job of it, I think I could have done better and perhaps been even more opened minded if I had given the Beta readers an earlier draft. So that’s what I’m doing this time with Lydia Green.

But besides directly book related updates I have another interesting tidbit to be made known to you as well.

In just a few days I am going to London.

My dad’s work sometimes involves business trips out of the country, whenever that happens; he usually takes one of us siblings with him. It’s an enormously fun and educational experience. I learn so much about culture and history!

Needless to say, I am extremely excited!

Plus, these trips, and how much I learned from them, was partly what inspired me to make Laren a Roadschooler.

Anyway, that was my big Christmas present this year. No doubt I will find an abundance of literary inspiration in London.

That’s all for now! Most likely my next post will be recapping my trip (something crazy to think about now), so stay tuned for that, and feel free to speculate theories about what might happen in Lydia Green of Mulberry Glen. It’s a book that is beginning to gain momentum!

docendo disco, scribendo cogito,
– Millie Florence

Eclipse

Hey, everyone!

So it has been a couple of weeks since my book was released and things have gotten kinda crazy. Crazy in a good way, mostly. I’ve been getting so much support from the online writing community and from my friends and family around here. Big thanks to all of you!

I’ve also been working on promoting my book, no easy feat since I’ve never done it before. If you’d like to help, leaving a review on Amazon or Goodreads would be amazing! Reviews really help my book.

I also received print copies of my book in the mail recently and it was so rewarding. To really hold my own book and read its words on cream-colored paper. A note to all unpublished writers: holding your book is everything you hope it will be. I’m not going to lie, I cried when I opened the box with my books.

It was also fun to show my siblings the dedication I wrote in the book. I dedicated Honey Butter to them, but I’d wanted to keep it a secret until I got the printed copies. My plan worked. 🙂

On a completely different note, I have a poem to share with you!  You’ve probably heard about the eclipse that happened, maybe you even got to experience it. I hope you did, it was other-worldly.

In case you didn’t, though, I wrote the following poem about my experience. My family drove to a place where we could see a full two minutes and forty seconds of totality. It felt way shorter than that though. I hope you enjoy it!

Eclipse

First, the color drains from the world…

The sky has a pallid gray tint,

As if a lens has been put between us.

The heat of the day evaporates silently,

New air, thin and cool,

takes its place; breezing over us.

Each blade of grass is shaded a brilliant neon.

Excited tension emanates from the watching figures.

They know that every passing second could be the one that sends them into the unknown awaiting experience.

And then it does.

Suddenly and silently the shadows fall,

They pool on the ground

And run into each other

And join together as patches in the blanket of night illusion.

“Look up!” someone says,

and I do.

Almost expecting to see the half-covered yellow dot

In the dark sea

That I’ve seen through my paper glasses.

Like a computer-generated image,

Just a two-dimensional dot on a black screen.

But this

Is so different,

So real,

Exploding into every dimension.

So much like a fantasy or a dream that it has to be real.

A shining band blazes around a jet-black circle.

A fiery, sunset-like crown encircles the horizon in every direction.

Shadows ripple on the ground like the light coming through blinds.

I look into the sky and stare and stare as hard as I can,

Holding onto each moment of the phenomenon around me.

Clasping the world in its strange twilight zone,

as bright as the night of the harvest moon.

In the distance, I hear people shout,

And I’m trying to take a breath of the sky,

I’m trying to drink the shadow of the moon and the fire of the sun.

And that’s when the world starts to shift.

Like a drop of food coloring blooming its shades into a glass of clear water; the darkness recedes and day returns.

It’s as if the sun has blinked, for only a moment.

And the process reverses.

I wonder if this is how time travel feels.

And then it’s as if my mind is eclipsed,

As it tries to hold on to the wonder it experienced,

Just until I can find a pen.

docendo disco, scribendo cogito,
– Millie Florence