This week's Sunday Scribblings theme is "Books I would write..." How much time do you have? Because I could be here awhile if I opened the attic door, pushed through the cobwebs, and lifted the lid from the sturdy old sea chest where I keep my favorite characters hidden away...Some of the ones that are only half-formed, I let run around loose up here; I don't want to stunt their growth.
But these almost full-grown ones - well, lately I have to keep them locked up, to keep them from running off wildly into the world on their own...some of them are getting quite desperate! Knocking and thumping around up there; keeping me awake with their commotion in the middle of the night. I think soon I must try to tame the most promising ones into submission. Gradually accustom them to the light of day. So someday they can go out and be seen by society. Perhaps they may even become well-mannered enough to go to the library....
I would consult Madame Sylvia about their future; as to who might be ready to debut first, but frankly, I don't totally trust her. She's rather willful (I can't even get her to change her name! I told her it's too show-bizzy; yet still she made me write that name down on her portrait!). She pops up whenever I'm trying to develop another character, and makes dire predictions about their fate.
Last November, I participated in NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) - working on a chick lit novel and she would not leave me alone. She wanted to either get in that book (which really was much to modern to showcase her properly), or have me throw away 25,000 words and start over with her story. I finally just shoved Madame Sylvia and the novel's main character (who'd been getting on my nerves anyway, as she was rather whiny) both into the trunk to let them sort it out between them. Now I feel a little bad about that poor young lady, - there's not been a peep out of her since - she was obviously no match for Madame Sylvia, who's been noisier than ever, lately...
However, Mr. Oddbody's been holding his own against her for years. Of course, he has his whole menagerie at his curious pet shop to back him up. I think Madame Sylvia's a little afraid of the way the pixenaries flit around so quickly; and the hissing of the dragonuas (who really spit more smoke than fire - it's all for show, you know).
At least they've both been kind to the children who have been waiting forever to go to the Elf and Fairykin's Ball, or the newest members in the attic - the orphans who found the magical book of treasured tales that I told you about on the first Sunday Scribblings...Who knows, perhaps they'll all end up collaborating someday.
After all, the elves' invitation (written in spider-silk, on the back of the last leaf to fall in autumn), seems to be an open one:
Come to the
Hope to see you there, someday!