Author: FanTC

Readers, writers, and adventurers, lend me your eye. This blog is for editorial tips as you make your way in the world. I may also insert a little of what I like to call "raw writing," where a writer opens up about herself. Who am I? Just a young adult fantasy fiction author, part-time blogger, and avid fan of National Novel Writing Month.
Le Shorts, Poetry

Do You Dream?

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Dream of flying?
Of soaring over mountains,
Scaling scrapers,
Or sunrise misty fountains?

Dream of being?
Of living every day,
Being big,
Or just changing ways?

Dream of walking?
Of stepping over fallen stones,
Treading lightly
In castles where the wind moans?

Dream of seeing?
Of viewing rainbows never seen,
Watching faces,
Of people who’ve other places been?

Dream of dancing?
Of waltzing with the moon,
With the sun
In a never ending tune?

Do you dream?
Of brighter days to see,
And if you do,
Would you tell me?

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Raw

I Miss You; Part 3

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We went to the local Renaissance faire the day after our wedding. We were engaged at the very same faire. We would have gotten married at the faire but – alas – too many restrictions. Bristol is a big part of our lives. It’s currently shut down because of Covid.

I miss it.

It has been a rough season. Physically, aside from being out of shape, my body finally feels rested and de-stressed. Mentally, I’ve been able to decompress. Emotionally, it’s taking it’s toll. One by one the events which define how we choose to live are being taken away. Hubby and I find small distractions along the way. We’ve discovered some pretty cool stuff from our otherwise lack of options. Still, sometimes social media sends a reminder. A faire friend might pop up. Someone mentions sassafras or cheese fritters. I feel an ache.

It’s not wrong to miss your old life. Nobody should tell you to toughen up or somebody in the world has it worse. That doesn’t matter. What does matter is you feel the loss. Pushing it away doesn’t make it any less real.

I hope you’re getting by these days. If you are missing something, write about it in the comments. Sometimes writing helps.

It helped me.

This has been,

Fanny T. Crispin

Books and Affiliated, From Writing to Publishing

I Did a Thing

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I finished my book! I had to supplement a few pages near the end.

The urge is to dive right into the next project because I’m motivated and pumped with words. But this is actually a very good time to take a break. My mindset is in juvenile fiction, and my next project might be a vampire murder mystery. Those two don’t jive. It’s good to clear your head after a project.

This is a handmade leather journal from Poetic Earth. They usually frequent the Bristol Renaissance Faire I attend during the summer, but with Covid shutting everything down, they have closed the gates. I’m crushed, but I will go on. Writing in this journal gave me a sense of nostalgia for the musty, ancient dwelling of the book binders at Bristol. I am very excited to go back and purchase another journal.

This has been,

FanTC

Ponderings

The Plot Thickens

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As a child writer – and I’m talking early to late teens – everything occurred by happenstance.

The tiny girl happened to get chased by a bird and happened to fall into a river. She happened to get rescued by a fairy boy and happened to journey with him to his homeland.

Okay, chased by a bird we can forgive, but if she’s a tiny girl, why did she fall into a massive river? She more than likely would have gotten caught up in the rushes and hid from the bird. Okay, so a fairy saves her, but she should have gone straight home. Why on earth would she agree to a miles long trip to his homeland knowing absolutely nothing about him?

Happenstance. It happened all the time in my stories. It’s been rather fun to mull over those books for so many years and now develop plot and character and storyline. It’s a wonderful thing. What’s more, to revisit these little worlds I created and remember some of the cleverness of my childhood.

They were very clever. Just kind of silly though.

What are you rewriting these days?

This has been,

FanTC

Ponderings, Thoughts

Strength in Love

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I was wondering why you always look so put together every day, then I remembered: Oh yeah, you don’t have kids.

Women should never come down on other women. Some fight battles every morning. Some have obtained their peace through much hardship.

Women notice the appearances of each other. One could say we’re hyper-alert to our fellows. Mostly it’s innocent – admiring a new handbag, collecting tips on matching colors or prints. But many times, if we’re honest with ourselves, we’re looking for the ranks.

You know what I’m talking about. She didn’t do anything with her hair today. At least you look more put together than she does. She went over-the-top with that outfit. You feel assured others are probably silently mocking her too.

Ladies, this ought not be so among the fairer sex. Whether sporty or girlie, let’s all agree to harbor lovely thoughts toward each other. Build someone up if you are able. Graciously accept a compliment. And never admit how cheap (or expensive) those shoes were. People love them. You love them. That is all that matters.

Be beautiful.

This has been,

Fanny T. Crispin

PS: Shut up. I use filters, and I love them.