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I often write in my bio to be used at the end of a story or the back of an anthology or book which contains my writing that I believe the world is still filled with mystery, magic, and miracles. And I do still believe. But I think the number of us who still listen to the voices of the cicada and crickets in September as they foretell the arrival of autumn is growing smaller.

When the first star appears in the dusky sky, less and less of us make a wish. When salt spills, fewer and fewer of us toss a few grains over our left shoulder into the devil’s eye. And I don’t know many other people who still make sure they put their right shoe on first in the morning so they’ll have a good day.

The magic which permeated our lives and world is slowly vanishing. Perhaps it’s because many people don’t believe any more. Perhaps it’s because the hum of air conditioners and thrum of automobile’s have made it too hard for us to hear the whispers of fairies in the garden.

I’ve heard the term, Granny Witch, used to describe women who dabbled in herb-craft, storytelling, and maybe a bit of dousing. The women who say a prayer or make a wish for good health as they knit a blanket for a baby. The girls who add not just sugar and flour, but blessings, to every cake they bake.

I suppose as a teller of stories, a grower of herbs, a star-wisher, cloverhand, and knitter & crocheter of special gifts, I qualify as a Granny Witch. and I don’t think that’s such a bad thing.

Here’s the link for a fabulous essay on Granny Witches at Appalachian Ink, the blog of writer Anna Wess.

 

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Two of my guest posts went up on blogs this week. The first, “Writing Isn’t for Ninnies,” appeared January 30th on Casting Shadows – Home of the Young Adult and Children’s Author, K. B. Lever. It’s about the thick skin a writer needs to develop in order to get through the sometimes negative feedback she receives from editors, reviewers, and readers.

The Golden Egg And even if you grow that crocodile-tough hide, it still stings when someone doesn’t like your writing – or for that matter, your artwork. Probably the most painful critique I’ve received of late came from some editors at a children’s book writers’ conference. I’d submitted copies of a few paintings for review by a panel of experts. One editor said (in a rather disgusted manner) that he had nothing to say about my illustrations. A couple of others said they didn’t care for the paintings, and my art wasn’t the sort of thing they used. The last panelist picked away at the techniques used, the anatomy, facial expressions, etc.

Luckily, the slides weren’t labeled with who the artist was (me), and I didn’t have to stand up in front of the crowded room and take the criticism. But it still was uncomfortable. And I knew that it didn’t matter if their criticism was accurate or not – I needed to push beyond it, remain true to my creative vision, and resume my writing and painting. (One of the unloved paintings, “The Golden Egg,” appears here).

box of clovers My second guest post of the week was “Seeing Fairies” at Kriss Morton’s Cabin Goddess site. This was a first for me – a Fourth Wall post. As Kriss describes it: “Allow yourself as an author to open up a new avenue of sharing your AUTHOR PERSONA & WORLD BUILD in a unique and creative fashion.. Just take a chance, write fluidly and from within that “place” you hangout at with your muse. Or perhaps walk in the door, tuck into a corner & watch your characters, or talk with them…”

In the post, I reveal I’m a cloverhand – a term you’re not likely to recognize unless you’ve read Maggie Stiefvater’s Lament. Basically, it means I constantly find four-leafed clovers, and I see folk from the world of Faerie. How much of the post is factual and how much fanciful? I’ll let the readers decide.

But just in case you don’t believe in cloverhands, here’s a picture of a few of the four and five-leafed clovers I’ve found recently. Eventually, the pressed clovers become so brittle their leaves fall away and they turn to dust – but what magical dust it is indeed.

To read my 1st Fourth Wall post: http://cabingoddess.com/2013/02/seeing-fairies-with-vonnie-winslow-crist-fourth-wall-friday/

And look for another author guest on Monday. Till then, believe in the magical! – Vonnie

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