I'm back,

I know it's been another long time, but obviously Fantasy has been nibbling at the story I gave her.  She has grown about a half an inch, and I am thankful for that.  Her colors are still pale, but I think I can revive her with my visits, and with some short stories.  This is going to be a blog for some of the short stories which will end up as chapters (or just background) for my novels. 

Fantasy zooms to my palm, and signs to me, "You're back!  I thought you were going to leave me forever this time!"

I sigh in response, "No Fantasy.  You're a part of me, just as I am a part of you; I couldn't leave you even if I tried.  You have brought a deeper understanding of the five girls in the Elementals series, and eventually I'll be sharing their backgrounds with you."

"I can hardly wait!" I am amazed at how I can understand her signing.  My knowledge is so rudimentary, that I would think that I would have trouble, but not so.  Second, she is only an inch tall.  I am legally blind.  How was I able to understand?  Maybe it's because she is a part of me.

"Hopefully it will be soon Fantasy.  I will at least try to come talk with you this week." I look around me.  Green is starting to come to the forest, the same as in Edmonton.  "I WILL nurse you back to health!"

She smiles.

Cockpit

I'm now in the position of Ann, the main character.  In front of her is a thirteen inch monitor with four buttons each side, each a yellowish white.  The screen is black.  There is a small red button above the buttons on the left side which say on/off.  I reach out and turn it on.  It turns blue.  Numbers and words appear in white with fluctuating graphs of different colors.  

"Wow Fantasy, this is amazing.  This is Ann's cockpit?"  I looked to my left, and spot her hovering in front of a door.  Upon doing so, I find out there is another bank of controls as well as small doors 

Yes Michelle.  This is the ship she crash lands in." Fantasy nods.

"Wow, there are a lot of buttons.  I don't know what a lot of them mean." I say.

"That's ok.  You'll learn."

"Learn?  You mean I'm going to fly this thing?"  My pulse begins to quicken.

Of course, how do you think you're going to learn how Ann feels when she does this?  You know that you're not going to hurt it.  

"I'm not sure of that Fantasy.  Remember, this is a different plane of existence.   It has a reality all its' own." I remark.

In a sense, yes, but this is in your head right now.  You can recreate it better if something happens.  

"Ok.  I'll give it a try." I look in front of me, below the screen.  There is a wheel that you can turn left or right or pull in or out as well as what looks like a throttle and a button.  To the right, are more buttons of different colors.  My seat is a leathery sort, it is smooth, and it is comfortable.

I turn around, discovering that the roof is low, and we have some cargo space behind me.  It is about four feet square.  It is dark there.

"I think that's enough for today." I turn back to the screen.  "We can learn about the workings of the craft next week."

Suit yourself.  We are immediately back at the glade.  I am sitting on a rock.

"Fantasy, I don't want to bore everyone.  I want this to be an exciting blog."

Whatever.  She's gone.  Her voice dripped disappointment.

What do you think?  Is this boring to you?  Please comment below.

A Streak of Light

I appear at Fantasy's forest, and she's not immediately there.  I look around for her, and I'm perplexed.  I call out to her, and she's there in a flash of green light.  I step back a little.

"Oh Fantasy!  You startled me!"  I smile, "I'm glad you're all right."

Fantasy is dancing in midair and the air around her is twinkling.  I've found something I think you're going to love.  I suggest you take in the site fully, but not before you do the exersise.  I know it's not a game, but I think you'll like it none-the-less.

"Ok.  Tell me about it." I sit on a log nearby.

It's at a site called Language is a Virus.  There is a lot going on there.  The exercise I want to tell you about is called Sentence Builder.

"Ok.  So what do you do?  I want to try it out, and I will check it out, but I want to try it out with you here." I open up my laptop and start up windows.

She waves her hand, and a pale green screen appears.  Write one sentence and split it into four parts.  

I write:

Sometimes I want to be a character in a novel, but then I realize when I write, I am!

Part 1  Sometimes I want to 
Part 2  be a character in a novel
Part 3  But then I realize
Part 4  That when I write, I am!


For each phrase write three phrases that say the same thing using different words. 

 Ooh, this could be tough, but I'm up for the challenge.  :)  

1  Frequently, I desire to 
    In times, I long for
   I dream often of
2  be an actor in a book
    walking inside a story
    participate as a part of a telling   
3  but I am startled
    but I am shocked
    but I am intrigued
4  when I create, I transform
    as I type, I become someone different
    as I dream, I can become someone else


Ohh, I think you did well with that.  Now, let's see.  It says to put the sentences into the form and submit it.  Are you going to?

I am hesitant.  I'm hoping it's not a generator that adds something to the sentences.  I could do that, but then again, this would be a good thing to do.  Already it has helped get the creative juices flowing.  I nod.  "I think I will.  Here goes."

I copy and paste my material to the form.  Here's what I got.  It basically looks like it put the sentences together in different ways; then it allows you to save the file.  Once you get the hang of it, you can do it on your own computer offline.


Frequently, I desire to be an actor in a book but I am startled when I create, I transform.
Frequently, I desire to be an actor in a book but I am startled as I type, I become someone different.
Frequently, I desire to be an actor in a book but I am startled as I dream, I can become someone else.
Frequently, I desire to be an actor in a book but I am shocked when I create, I transform.
Frequently, I desire to be an actor in a book but I am shocked as I type, I become someone different.
Frequently, I desire to be an actor in a book but I am shocked as I dream, I can become someone else.
Frequently, I desire to be an actor in a book but I am intrigued when I create, I transform.
Frequently, I desire to be an actor in a book but I am intrigued as I type, I become someone different.
Frequently, I desire to be an actor in a book but I am intrigued as I dream, I can become someone else.
Frequently, I desire to walking inside a story but I am startled when I create, I transform.
Frequently, I desire to walking inside a story but I am startled as I type, I become someone different.
Frequently, I desire to walking inside a story but I am startled as I dream, I can become someone else.
Frequently, I desire to walking inside a story but I am shocked when I create, I transform.
Frequently, I desire to walking inside a story but I am shocked as I type, I become someone different.
Frequently, I desire to walking inside a story but I am shocked as I dream, I can become someone else.
Frequently, I desire to walking inside a story but I am intrigued when I create, I transform.
Frequently, I desire to walking inside a story but I am intrigued as I type, I become someone different.
Frequently, I desire to walking inside a story but I am intrigued as I dream, I can become someone else.
Frequently, I desire to participate as a part of a telling but I am startled when I create, I transform.
Frequently, I desire to participate as a part of a telling but I am startled as I type, I become someone different.
Frequently, I desire to participate as a part of a telling but I am startled as I dream, I can become someone else.
Frequently, I desire to participate as a part of a telling but I am shocked when I create, I transform.
Frequently, I desire to participate as a part of a telling but I am shocked as I type, I become someone different.
Frequently, I desire to participate as a part of a telling but I am shocked as I dream, I can become someone else.
Frequently, I desire to participate as a part of a telling but I am intrigued when I create, I transform.
Frequently, I desire to participate as a part of a telling but I am intrigued as I type, I become someone different.
Frequently, I desire to participate as a part of a telling but I am intrigued as I dream, I can become someone else.
In times, I long for be an actor in a book but I am startled when I create, I transform.
In times, I long for be an actor in a book but I am startled as I type, I become someone different.
In times, I long for be an actor in a book but I am startled as I dream, I can become someone else.
In times, I long for be an actor in a book but I am shocked when I create, I transform.
In times, I long for be an actor in a book but I am shocked as I type, I become someone different.
In times, I long for be an actor in a book but I am shocked as I dream, I can become someone else.
In times, I long for be an actor in a book but I am intrigued when I create, I transform.
In times, I long for be an actor in a book but I am intrigued as I type, I become someone different.
In times, I long for be an actor in a book but I am intrigued as I dream, I can become someone else.
In times, I long for walking inside a story but I am startled when I create, I transform.
In times, I long for walking inside a story but I am startled as I type, I become someone different.
In times, I long for walking inside a story but I am startled as I dream, I can become someone else.
In times, I long for walking inside a story but I am shocked when I create, I transform.
In times, I long for walking inside a story but I am shocked as I type, I become someone different.
In times, I long for walking inside a story but I am shocked as I dream, I can become someone else.
In times, I long for walking inside a story but I am intrigued when I create, I transform.
In times, I long for walking inside a story but I am intrigued as I type, I become someone different.
In times, I long for walking inside a story but I am intrigued as I dream, I can become someone else.
In times, I long for participate as a part of a telling but I am startled when I create, I transform.
In times, I long for participate as a part of a telling but I am startled as I type, I become someone different.
In times, I long for participate as a part of a telling but I am startled as I dream, I can become someone else.
In times, I long for participate as a part of a telling but I am shocked when I create, I transform.
In times, I long for participate as a part of a telling but I am shocked as I type, I become someone different.
In times, I long for participate as a part of a telling but I am shocked as I dream, I can become someone else.
In times, I long for participate as a part of a telling but I am intrigued when I create, I transform.
In times, I long for participate as a part of a telling but I am intrigued as I type, I become someone different.
In times, I long for participate as a part of a telling but I am intrigued as I dream, I can become someone else.
I dream often of be an actor in a book but I am startled when I create, I transform.
I dream often of be an actor in a book but I am startled as I type, I become someone different.
I dream often of be an actor in a book but I am startled as I dream, I can become someone else.
I dream often of be an actor in a book but I am shocked when I create, I transform.
I dream often of be an actor in a book but I am shocked as I type, I become someone different.
I dream often of be an actor in a book but I am shocked as I dream, I can become someone else.
I dream often of be an actor in a book but I am intrigued when I create, I transform.
I dream often of be an actor in a book but I am intrigued as I type, I become someone different.
I dream often of be an actor in a book but I am intrigued as I dream, I can become someone else.
I dream often of walking inside a story but I am startled when I create, I transform.
I dream often of walking inside a story but I am startled as I type, I become someone different.
I dream often of walking inside a story but I am startled as I dream, I can become someone else.
I dream often of walking inside a story but I am shocked when I create, I transform.
I dream often of walking inside a story but I am shocked as I type, I become someone different.
I dream often of walking inside a story but I am shocked as I dream, I can become someone else.
I dream often of walking inside a story but I am intrigued when I create, I transform.
I dream often of walking inside a story but I am intrigued as I type, I become someone different.
I dream often of walking inside a story but I am intrigued as I dream, I can become someone else.
I dream often of participate as a part of a telling but I am startled when I create, I transform.
I dream often of participate as a part of a telling but I am startled as I type, I become someone different.
I dream often of participate as a part of a telling but I am startled as I dream, I can become someone else.
I dream often of participate as a part of a telling but I am shocked when I create, I transform.
I dream often of participate as a part of a telling but I am shocked as I type, I become someone different.
I dream often of participate as a part of a telling but I am shocked as I dream, I can become someone else.
I dream often of participate as a part of a telling but I am intrigued when I create, I transform.
I dream often of participate as a part of a telling but I am intrigued as I type, I become someone different.
I dream often of participate as a part of a telling but I am intrigued as I dream, I can become someone else.

So what do you rate it as?

"Hmmm, 4 out of 5.  It was a good challenge, and it did help with the work, but it was predictable in the end.  I'll use it definitely.  Thank you Fantasy." I save the file and get ready to go to craft group.  "See you next week."

You bet Michelle.  She waves as I leave, and then she is gone just as quickly as she arrived. 

Tilling

Hi Fantasy.

Hi Michelle.  Long time no see.

Yes.  Lots has happened in the past week.  I am now the literature page editor for the Rat Creek Press, plus things are opening up for my ministry.  I have a lot to think about.


Oh?  Like what?

Like which direction Heart's Alive is supposed to go.  I have some ideas, and with the help of my church, I will be able to carry one of those directions out.

Oh, I see.

I also got thrown off by Christmas, and I'm hoping to get back into the swing of things if not this Saturday, which I doubt, then for sure the next.


Why don't you think we'll be getting together on Saturday?

Well, I am volunteering in the prayer room for Breakforth Canada.  It happens every year, and I really enjoy it.  I'm doing things all day.


Wow, that sounds like fun.

It's fun and challenging at the same time.  I really get a booster shot when I do God's work at Breakforth.


That's good.

By the way, thank you for digging in the earth a lot this week...well, you and the Lord.

She giggles.  Thank you, but that's what I do best.  Wht did you like most?

Everything.  The Lord showed me the copy of a dream I wrote down, and you took it from there.  Then, you both showed me how the Game planet could go and its theme.  Then I was able to go back to my book.  I'm truly grateful for that.


She giggles again, No problem.  Like I said, that's what I do best, and when I'm with my Master, it's all the more fun.

I smile at her, and I feel so encouraged.  I feel that interacting with Fantasy has been the best thing I have ever done.  She is still rummaging around in the earth, and I am so glad of the seeds she and the Lord are planting.

Lonesome

Hmmm, you know Fantasy, I've been on some other blogs now, and I've been hoping some people would join us.  It's Christmas time, yet I feel lonesome here.

I know.  Kinda dull, isn't it?

Yeah.  I was hoping we'd get more people.  Well, I guess I had better get searching.  Any ideas about what to write about?

Well, since we are lonely, and it's Christmas time, how about a piece about someone who's lonely at Christmas time?

Ok.  I'll give it a try, but I'll give it a positive twist.

Sounds good.

She stands there on the corner whitened
She shivers while she stands there
Hoping to meet a friend
On which she can spend

"Send an hour with me"
She asked her friend on the phone
"Sure I'll come." Her promise was empty
 So she stands with her gift in hand

Hands weren't there for her that Christmas
Nor the one after that
So people called her the Lonesome Lass
When she came around

Around the neighborhood she walked
Trying to make a friend
At first with everyone she talked
Until she didn't have any more words

Words weren't what she needed, but they came
Came with some actions
Some people took her in that Christmas
And she wasn't the same

Same lass, oh no
She lit up like a Christmas tree
She finally had a true friend
People thought it was a mystery

Mystery of how the lonesome lass became joyful
All the year long
Those who saw her found His pull
And called her Joy

Oh, that's nice.  What are you going to call it?

Lonesome Lass - then they can figure out the mystery too.

Oh, that's too cool!  :)

Thanks Fantasy, and thanks for your ideas.

You're welcome.  Oh, and by the way, why the extra circle?  I don't have that.

Don't worry Fantasy.  You'll have lots of lines for now, but it'll all work out in the end.

Dancing

I am at the Carrot Community Arts Coffeehouse, a volunteer run coffeehouse here in Edmonton enjoying a mocha and listening to some music at open mic.  I'm enjoying one of the regulars here; he is a good musician.  I have given Fantasy the night off, yet she is dancing around me, reminding me of Aylanna, the main character of Sword of Earth.  I start thinking of what kind of music she would play.  I know she plays drums and other wooden instruments, but which ones?  Would string instruments fall into that? 

So, I am going to have to go into my media library, not to mention to research groups like stomp! to see if they have released a cd. 

What do you think?  What kind of music do you like to listen to when you are writing your short story poem, or book?  Feel free to join in the discussion.

Introductions

Hi.  I'm Fantasy.  Michelle and I want to welcome to to our Blog, Fantasy's Fancy. 

Hey Fantasy, wait a minute.  When I said you and I would have a blog, I didn't mean you could take over.

Aw, Michelle....

No Fantasy.  Hold on a minute.  You'll get your turn.  Trust me, ok?

Oh, ok.

Welcome to Fantasy's Fancy.  I am Michelle, and this is my muse, Fantasy.  Fantasy is a brown haired Earth pixie with shimmery blue wings and a green body.  Her dress and shoes are made of leaves and flowers.

Aw, are you going to tell them everything?

<sigh> Fantasy.....

Oh, ok.  I'll be quiet.

Thanks Fantasy.  Anyway, Fantasy and I will be blogging about art and writing ideas in the fantasy realm.  I paint and write.  Jesus and Fantasy are my guides.  I hope you will enjoy the posts ahead.  Do you want to say anything Fantasy?

Silence.

Fantasy?

Silence

Fantasy!

Oh, all right!  Contrary to how I talk, I am a shy pixie.  In the future, if I talk, I'll show a little of myself.  After all, we are friends, aren't we?

We sure are Fantasy, and I hope many people follow our blog and post some ideas.  Hopefully someday, we will make a book of all this, and all the comments will go into it.

Wow, I'll be in a book?

Yes Fantasy.  You'll be in a book.

Cool, and so will you if you want to follow us.  Come and write!