Melani Blazer

I posted this big long post and then got some error message and I see it didn’t post. Now lunch hour at work is over.

I tried!

I was supposed to write this last night (per my husband) who laughed at the whole thing and ended it with. “You’re gonna blog about this now, aren’t you?” Why, yes, yes I am!

We’re re-siding the house and currently working on the back yard. It’s starting to get dark and the mosquitos are getting vicious. I’m looking up, following a bad ’squito in hopes of smooshing him, and I see this ….thing flying through the yard and up to a nearby everygreen.

“Oooooh! A faerie!”

My husband gives me the do-I-need-to-have-you-committed look. “What?”

“A faerie, just flew into that tree.”

“A what?”

“A faerie. You know, about 3 inches long, light green. A faerie. Maybe she’s blessing the house or keeping watch over us or something.”

My husband snorts. “I don’t see anything.” Goes back to work.

I see another one. “There. There. See! It just landed on the branch.” (Disclaimer: yes, I know they’re bugs. They were beautiful and magical and made me WANT to believe in faeries again, so I was not letting go of the magic.)

“All I see is leaves.”

“You’re not looking hard enough. See? They’re beautiful. Two sets of wings. Light green.” Truth was, they DID look like faeries. Their legs hung down long and their body was so narrow they could easily be little people with wings.

Another landed on a lilac tree and I pulled the branch down. I was hoping it would fly away so he could see it “look” like a faerie. It of course, was simply a katydid and looked more like a walking leaf.

“That thing?” he asked.

“Use your imagination. It sounds better to think we’re surrounded by faeries who are blessing the work we’re doing on the house rather than a bevy of katydids.”

“What are you drinking?” he eyes me strangely.

“Just imagine, okay?”

“You’re gonna blog about this, aren’t you?”

So I went inside and told my daughter via IM about the beautiful faeries that were flitting around at twilight, dancing around with their pale green gossamer wings as they serenaded us with their ancient songs. She appreciated the fantasy, at least.

Katydids, faeries, whatever. I know it’s magic.

I’m lame at blogging…and I thought this was still a semi secret until we got the details, but it looks like everyone else is talking about it, so I’ll jump in!

My Christmas story, When I Close My Eyes, was chosen to be in the Ellora’s Cave anthology from Pocket! It’s tentatively scheduled for 11/08!

I’m wicked excited and will blog more about the details, the other stories in the anthology (which I’m going to grab and read immediately) and to give you the final scoop as soon as I can.

…cuz if I had a convo like this with a character, I’d lock myself up.

So, there’s this internal joke about rubber duckies (I had to buy one for my daughter’s friend) and while there, I found a pirate ducky. She’s THE biggest Johnny Depp/Captain Jack fan I know so it was a no brainer that el pirate duckie was coming home with me that night. I got it in the baby section, so it has one of those heat sensitive disks on it, to change color if the water’s too warm. Tonight she IM’s me with the following:

Daughter: Mommeh

Mom: yes

D: I’m back from meh shower…

D: And the ducky works! The bottom (where it says “HOT”) does turn white when it’s really hot

M: you kill me

D: Hey, it had to be tested somehow. What better way that taking a rubber ducky-shower!

M: yuh huh

D: It was quite fun. My ducky is quite a great pirate on the high seas

M: o.m.g.

D: Are you laughing at me?

M: you betcha

D: figures

D: It’s your pasttime

M: you’re clever

D: I am clever. Like a goldfish.

D: I get a smart idea, then 2 seconds later, it’s gone.

D: Most call it short-term memory loss.

D: I call it Goldfish. =]
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Goldfish, rubber duckies and pirates on the high seas. That’s a 16 yr old for ya. (okay, she’ll be 16 in less than a month… close enough)

ETA: Daughter had an irritated eye from her contact. Very bloodshot. This convo happened while I was posting the ducky stuff…

D: So today
D: There’s this one person
D: who came up to me
D: And asked if I snorted up one nose and didn’t the other.
D: So now I have two noses.

She’s SUCH a goldfish.