Greetings all and first up let me express my gratitude to Anna, Shilpa, Jo, Louise and Louise for popping along to my latest blog post and sharing your thoughts. It's much appreciated and I'm glad you found the piece useful.
As I glance out the window I reflect on a wonderful little spell of writing in our writers' group. I must say I was super impressed with the talent shown by those who came along and the brief was to put yourself in the mind of a villain. It was quite enlightening when we looked outside from their perspective. There is so much more scope than just good and evil and many of those issues can be traced right back to earlier times. There was a real creative buzz last night and long may it continue.
Speaking of which, I put my creative thoughts to augment the rune course I've created. There are 24 runes in the set I use (well actually, there is a bonus rune too) and it's my intention to craft a little short story for each one. Of course you know me, I had to take the story right away from what you might expect. I quite like the route it's taken and only another 20 odd to go now. It's great to fuse the creative aspect with of course the more functional approach.
It's quite something you know when you look at a blank screen and aren't sure what on Earth you will be putting on screen. Somehow, us scribes just plug in and the words tumble forth. There are times when pure gibberish comes in at first but normally after a bit you start to get into flow and that's when you can create some fabulous nuggets of entertainment. For those who are looking and thinking, no way can I write, I would say give it a go. Open up a page, get a pen and just get going. You might write a daft little poem or a piece of loopy fiction. Truly it matters not, the point is to get the creativity flowing and who knows, you might just surprise yourself.
Speaking of which, let's end today with a tale straight off the top of my bonce. Writing music on and muse do come in and give us a hand please :)
Someone bought me a cauldron. Not one of those great big black things you see on the telly but a funny little thing that sits in your hand. It's quite a heavy metal and on the side there's some odd moon designs. Why an Earth he purchased it for a Christmas present I'll never know. He said, Em, you'll have fun with this.
I suppose it's all because I bought a set of Tarot cards last year. He suddenly things I'm one of those weird women who sit at a table and tell fortunes. Plonker. They're still in the packet, unopened and to be honest I looked at the book that came with it and it looked oh so complicated. I mean, Hierophant, what is that all about?
I peel back the lid to this witchy pot and there's some weird stuff in there. Smells like rotten hay and I'm buggered if I'm putting my finger into that mucky mess. I pick up the book that came with it, it's supposed to be a tome of magick. Some tome, it's only twenty five pages long. I turn to page eleven and it says something about summoning a minikin. I've no idea what that is, but according to the instructions it says it's a little helper who is here to help the witch in her endeavours.
Oh whatever. I look at the instructions and the ingredients are in a little brown box that accompanied the set. Right, let's pour in two teaspoons of this black stuff, a touch of grave dust, something that looks like crushed beetle, a few odd little droplets in a bottle, a touch of ginger, black feather and oh, I need four drops of my own blood. They've kindly put a needle in the kit and despite my own misgivings I pierce the top of my index finger. Well, that's done and now I need to light it up. I've got a piece of tissue paper and that normally burns quite nicely. Let me just stick it in there, strike a light and ooh, it's going quite nicely and what's with the green smoke. Ah, I need to put the lid on and recite the following:
Minikin, minikin, I call to you
To serve and caper and remain true
For whilst I live you will serve
With full sinew and honest nerve
My pledge to you is never lie
Until the time for me to die
I summon you forth, come to this space
Knock thrice and show your face.
Well, I'm waiting. Nothing is happening and can't say as I'm surprised. Looks like Ian has wasted his money yet again and well, this cauldron does look kind of neat in its own way.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
I almost fall out of my chair. I spin around and there's another knock at the door. My heart is thumping in my throat, this can't be happening. I pull it open and before me stands an odd little bloke about four foot tall with a parcel in his hand. I haven't ordered anything off Amazon as far as I can recall.
"Emma White? I'm Pete. What'd you want me to do?"
A white gasp is all I can manage.
The bald old fellow taps his foot in impatience.
"Well, you summoned me and I've got no time for you to stand there lollygagging. Do I need to hex someone, poison some flowers, burst a tyre somewhere? You call it, I'll do it."
"Just er, tidy the place up thanks."
He snorts in derision.
"Is that it? Flipping heck, you make a minikin and all I am is a sodding cleaner. I hope you've got a decent vacuum cleaner is all I can say."
With that he storms inside and hands me the parcel. I open it and it's a book entitled summoning level one.
Ian, what the hell have you got me into?
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