Warm Fuzzies Blogfest #4

November 15, 2011 — Rebecca Enzor

Eeep! It’s the last week of the Warm Fuzzies Blogfest! It’s been a fun month getting to know other authors and spreading the writing love around and I have to say a big Thank You to Juliana for hosting :) And for the last blogfest challenge she’s given us a very warm fuzzy: What is a scene that you are proud of? One that made you go “Yes! I can do this!”

Since most of the scenes I’m proud of in Fie Eoin are near the end and give away major plot points, I’m going to put up something from Apollo and Daphne. I haven’t really talked much about Apollo and Daphne on this blog, but I love this story (based on the Apollo and Daphne myth) and I LOVE these characters. I plan on working on Apollo once Fie Eoin is out on submission, and I cannot wait!

So, although the scene itself isn’t so warm and fuzzy, it is one that I’m proud of. I give you: Apollo and Daphne!

The bell rang for homeroom and everyone began to amble out to their first hour class. Eros had an evil look in his eye that Apollo didn’t like, but ignored him as they walked into the hall.

“That’s quite the face,” Eros said and Apollo kept walking. “Did Daphne kiss it for you? Make it all better this weekend? Or was she the one who beat the shit out of you?”

“I was in a car accident.” Apollo didn’t slow down. His next class was all the way on the other side of the building and he didn’t want to be late.

Eros didn’t let up though; it seemed he didn’t care if he was late to his next class, which was in the opposite direction. “So she dumped you for no good reason, huh? I know how that goes.”

Apollo stopped so quickly that Eros almost ran into him. He turned and scowled into Eros’ face. “No. She dumped you for a very good reason. She dumped you because you are a scumbag and a bastard of a human being.”

“Huh,” Eros grinned. “And here I heard that you were the bastard.”

It was something in the way he said it that Apollo knew Eros wasn’t talking about his behavior. He was talking about his father.

“You see,” Eros continued, the grin on his face growing at the same rate as the dread on Apollo’s. “I was making friends with the Niobe kids the other day. And they were telling me that there were two other students at Oly with an interesting parentage-“

Rage took over and Apollo shoved Eros into the lockers, holding him there as he tried to shrink back. Apollo’s arm came back to punch him in the face but someone grabbed his wrist and Apollo turned on them, teeth clenched and all of his anger in his eyes. It died inside him as Daphne flinched back and he dropped his arms, releasing Eros.

“Don’t hit him,” Daphne whispered.

“Give me one good reason not to.” It felt like a growl in his throat instead of words, he was so angry. Angry at Niobe’s kids for telling, angry at Eros for using it against him, angry at Daphne for stopping him.

“He’s already halfway down the hall,” she smiled briefly, then swallowed. She looked guilty, apologetic, and worried. “Eros isn’t worth it.”

“You were the one who told me to punch him next time.”

“Yeah, but not at the expense of everything. Are you trying to get kicked out of UW? Because NYU isn’t going to accept you if you’re suspended for fighting.” She tried to smile again before she looked down at her feet.

She was trying to joke about it? Right now, when she had dumped him as both a boyfriend and a friend just for being accepted at UW? Apollo made a disgusted noise in his throat and walked away. Now she wanted to reconcile? Now after everything that had happened? No thank you.

“Poe, wait.”

He walked faster.

“Apollo, stop.” She ran to catch up with him and grabbed his arm. He winced – it was still bruised there – and she let go quickly. “I want to talk to you.”

“Well, I’m sorry, but you had your chance. I don’t want to talk to you anymore.”

He turned again to leave but she stepped in front of him. He thought that was pretty brave since he had just slammed someone into a locker and tried to punch their face, but he supposed she knew he could never hit her. Even telling her that he didn’t want to talk took all the anger and courage that he could afford. When she stepped in his way his shoulders sagged and he closed his eyes.

“Poe, I really need to talk to you.”

“Did you know,” he said, his voice quiet so that no one else would hear him, “that when Hyacinth died I tried to kill myself? I took a bunch of pills and my mother had to rush me to the hospital and pump my stomach. Because it was so hard to deal with.” He opened his eyes and looked at her, “but it’s been even harder trying to deal with you dumping me. Because I’m still hurt from Hy’s death, and because I know that if she had the choice she would have stayed with me, but you? You dumped me, and fired me, and then told me that you wouldn’t even be my friend anymore. So maybe my car accident was less an accident than an attempt to get away from it all. Because it hurts. It hurts So. Fucking. Bad.”

Daphne was silent as she stared at him. He had shocked her into silence, and he preferred it that way. And while she was still in shock he stepped around her and continued on his way to class, stepped in just as the bell rang and sat down next to Cassie, who smiled at him.

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Warm Fuzzies Blogfest #3

November 9, 2011 — Rebecca Enzor

Welcome back to the Warm Fuzzies Blogfest! This is going up a day late (and I never did put up last week’s Fie Eoin Friday >.<) but I’m finally caught up at work and have a bit of time to myself again.  Today’s question is not so warm or fuzzy.

How do you kick your MC while they’re down?

As many of you already know, being my MC is a bad thing. A really bad thing. I’m not nice to my favorite characters and it’s much safer to be a wallflower in my books (except for Al… poor Al). The more I like you as a character, the more chance that you’ll die by the end of the book. That’s right, not all my books have happy endings.

Fie Eoin has a moderately happy ending. No MCs die, at least. Which is more than I can say for Pike’s Revenge, Lane’s Girl, Apollo and Daphne, and Book of Souls (and of course Aleda’s Story, which you can read here). But let’s head back to Fie Eoin and see just how much I kick my characters while they’re down. Kindra’s the MC (although Kaye is co-MC I don’t like her as much, and so don’t destroy her life quite the same way I destroy Kindra’s).

The opening scene of the book is a whipping ceremony. Yeah, it hurts. The whole point of the ceremony is to see a vision in the scars the whips leave on the back, which gives the warriors their new name. Kindra’s nameless. Then her twin sister is kidnapped by a rival tribe. Kindra is kicked out of the warriors group and she immediately gets her butt kicked by a different rival (and by kicked, I mean she’s bedridden for a moon or two). She finds out who killed her father, and it’s not who she thought. She’s captured by the tribe that she thinks kidnapped her sister, only to find out they don’t have Kaye. She has to fight her way out – more butt-kicking. The rival who kicked her butt way in the beginning comes back, and kicks her butt some more. Half of her face is badly burnt.

Let’s just stop there and say that she’s my favorite >:)

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Warm Fuzzies Blogfest #2

November 1, 2011 — Rebecca Enzor

Welcome back to the Warm Fuzzies Blogfest hosted by Juliana! Today’s blogfest is all about inspiration.

What do you look to when you write? What inspires you? How else do you use your creativity? Music? Pictures? Art?

My inspiration comes mostly from music, although I also have my Fie Eoin Pinterest board. There is one song that really solidified the storyline of Fie Eoin for me when I first started writing it. When the Mountains Fall by Mark Shultz:

You stand on the edge
You followed the call
No turning back you are risking it all
He whispers your name
In a moment of truth
The rocks fall around you
The ground starts to move
You step out on faith
It’s all that you know
You jump into darkness and hold onto hope

When the mountains fall
When the rivers rise
Security crumbles before your eyes
The one thing you know
In faith you’ll find
Something to stand on or you will be taught to fly

So dream your dreams
And live your life
Knowing there’s more than to merely survive
Don’t give up, don’t give in
Fight through the rain and lean into the wind
‘Til you come to the edge of all that you know
Run right through the dark knowing you’re not alone

When the mountains fall
When the rivers rise
Security crumbles before your eyes
The one thing you know
In faith you’ll find
Something to stand on or you will be taught to fly

When you walk through the fire
It will not consume you
Though the water will rise
It won’t overtake you
Though the mountains will fall
Oh, still I am with you
I’ve called you by name
And I will not leave you
I’m learning to trust you
I’m learning to fly
I’m learning to trust you
I’m learning to fly

~~~~~

There is a scene in Fie Eoin for each of those lines, even in the re-write :)

Don’t forget to stop by the Blogfest and see what inspires everyone else. And try to guess what their WIP is about from their inspiration!

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Warm Fuzzies Blogfest #1

October 25, 2011 — Rebecca Enzor

It’s Getting To Know You Tuesday AND the Warm Fuzzies Blogfest has begun! If you’d like to join in the blogfest, head over to Juliana’s beautiful new website and sign up! Today’s question is:

How do you broach the subject of being a writer to other people who aren’t authors?

While I don’t usually tell people I’m a writer until after I’ve known them a bit, I do bring it up on occasion. In the past it’s always been NaNo-related. Usually because I’m wearing a NaNo t-shirt and people are trying to figure out how to pronounce NaNoWriMo. Or sometimes it’s because people see me writing, and ask if I’m a student (I look young). Usually when people ask what I do I say I’m a nuclear chemist, and if I feel comfortable enough I’ll say “and I write books on the side”. Then, of course, it becomes the whole “no, I’m not published yet, but…” conversation.

What about you? Do you tell people you are a writer?

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Write Campaign Challenge #1

September 7, 2011 — Rebecca Enzor

Today we’re veering away from the normal schedule (heck, this whole week is off-schedule due to the Holiday) and leaving Fie Eoin for a short trip to the Other Worlds of the Rebecca Stories. This week is the first challenge for the Writer’s Platform-Building Campaign and it’s a doozy! The rules are:

Write a short story/flash fiction story in 200 words or less, excluding the title. Begin the story with the words, “The door swung open” These four words will be included in the word count. If you want to give yourself an added challenge (optional), use the same beginning words and end with the words: “the door swung shut.” (also included in the word count). For those who want an even greater challenge, make your story 200 words EXACTLY!

Challenge accepted! If you are following me on Google+ (click on the G+ icon on the right sidebar) you’ll see that I wrote two different scenes for this challenge – a death and destruction version and a warm fuzzies version. Both satisfied all three caveats of the challenge, but I thought the death and destruction scene was a little stronger. So I give to you my #writecampaign challenge entry!

Rebecca’s Revenge

The door swung open and Rebecca slipped inside. Veriss snored, reeking of alcohol and the perfume of a whore long gone. Rebecca put the back of her hand to her nose and crept forward.

Lane’s guns were slung low over her skirt. She grabbed one by the stock and smashed the handle into the side of Veriss’ jaw. He screamed and fell off the bed as he woke, hand going to his broken jaw. His eyes found her in the dark and fear flashed in them before his anger took over.

“It’s my turn,” Rebecca shivered in anticipation. “It’s my turn to have the power. It’s my turn to break you. And at the end I will give you what you want most; the black hand of death to carry you to the clearing.”

He backed away, holding his jaw, and managed to get out one mangled word. “Traitor.”

“No,” she growled. “You are the traitor. You have betrayed me and my father. You are the one who started this and now I will finish it.”

Rebecca walked to the bedroom door and pulled out Lane’s dagger as she turned back to Veriss, grinning. Behind her the door swung shut.

—–

If you want to read a bit more about Rebecca, Lane and Veriss (and get a sense of what it was that Veriss did to Rebecca) check out Friday’s post: Rebecca’s Story

Don’t forget to read the other entries in the Challenge and vote for your favorite! (I’m #248 if you would like to vote for me)

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The Power of Tension

May 23, 2011 — Rebecca Enzor

It’s time for the Power of Tension Blogfest! I thought you all might be growing a little sick of Fie Eoin and it’s off-shoots, so today we are going to see part of a brand spanking new story. One that doesn’t even have a tab yet because it doesn’t have a name.

The rules for the blogfest: “Give us an excerpt (up to 300 words) from your manuscript or recently completed work (or just a random scene) that drips with tension and will tie us in knots wanting to know more. It doesn’t matter what the piece is about, as long as it screams tension.”

And now I present to you: Anna.

Anna woke in the forest.

“Ayeneh?”

She sat up and looked in the direction of the voice. Walking from the trees was a boy, probably just older than her, wearing what appeared to be a long shirt that was belted around his waist, and slippers. His hair fell to his shoulders and he held a torch.

“Ayeneh?” He said again, confusion in his voice and his tentative step forward.

Anna could hardly breath. She had never seen someone in this forest when she woke, and certainly not someone who knew her name. “Who…who are you?”

She backed up as he cocked his head to the side and took another step forward. She was crawling backwards through the damp leaves, her heart pounding as he came closer, his steps more sure now but his eyes still questioning.

He said her name again, softly as if hushing a scared child, and then continued on in a language she didn’t know. Anna backed into a tree and froze, terrified as he came closer. He stopped and knelt over her, studying her face with confusion. A purple stone hung from a thong about his neck, and it flashed with the torchlight as it swung towards her.

She swatted at it as if it were a fly, wanting no part of this strange boy to come close to her, and as her hand connected with it the stone flashed with bright light and she felt a jolt like an electric shock.

When her eyes adjusted she was in her bedroom, her hands grasping the carpet with her back pressed against the wall. She was covered in wet leaves and mud from the forest, but the boy was gone.

*****

Don’t forget to check out the other entries in the blogfest!

And please, if you liked this post let others know! I’m still on vacation and can’t do my own advertising like I normally would :)

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The Nature of Magic Blogfest!

March 26, 2011 — Rebecca Enzor

LB Diamond at Diamond – Yup, Like the Stone is hosting a blogfest about the Nature of Magic this weekend, even though she’s in the middle of a renovation and move! Yup, that’s crazy. But also fun, and I’m participating in the blogfest! Here’s the description:

Write or share something you’ve already written that, to you, shows the nature of magic (in 1000 words or less). It can be an excerpt from your WIP, something you’ve written especially, poetry, whatever strikes your fancy. It just needs to show the nature of magic as it exists for you or for those you write about.

I’m sure as a writer of fantasy that you all are expecting quite the show, but the magic in my books tends to be more of the mind-playing-tricks-on-you type, rather than the big explosions and throwing things across the room type. Even in Fie Eoin – so far the most magical universe I write about – the only bit of magic is the energy control of the priestesses. They can’t really do magic, they can just sense and modify the energy around them. But they are very tricksie about keeping everyone under the belief that they can do magic. For instance:

[Kaye] popped in to the High Priestess’ tent first, to check on the oil that would be used during the naming part of the ceremony later that evening. It was warming in a clay pot near the hearth and had almost reached the right consistency. She dipped a finger into the jug of wine next to it and tasted. Not enough wormwood. She found the small packet and added another pinch. The wormwood would put the chief in the state of mind to see a vision in the new warrior’s marks and give them their Eoin-blessed names. After all, a warrior with a weak name – or no name at all, Aleda forbid – was really not a warrior in the eyes of the god.

There’s no magic to finding a name in the warrior’s scars – it’s just a drugged up Chief who believes the “visions” are sent by a warrior god. In fact, the most magical thing that happens is probably when Kaye helps the pain in Gar’s broken hand go away long enough for him to use it.

“Can you do anything?” Kindra asked, still pressed against the wall, eyes wide open and focused on the broken hand.

“Maybe.” Kaye wasn’t sure she would be able to do energy control after the shock of the morning, but she had to try.  She looked into Gar’s eyes, trying to hide her own fears.  “You have to trust me. Focus on making the pain go away.”

He nodded and she closed her eyes, took a deep breath and fell into the place she had been taught for so many years to find when trying to control energy. It was inherent now – she need only call on the feeling of the silent place and it would come and envelope her, and in that place she could do whatever she needed to do. They could have pushed her off the ledge and she would not have known it her trance was so deep.

Her words were soft as warmth spread through the hand and into the areas that were most injured, easing the pain away slowly until Gar would feel it no more. As Kaye took her hands away and sat back, Gar flexed his fingers slowly, frowning at once as they throbbed and then settled back.

“They aren’t healed,” she explained, “but you should be able to use it to climb out of here.”

Even Kaye admits there was no magic in what she did, she was only spreading the painful energy out so it wasn’t focused in one place. I know people who can do this to themselves – it’s mind over matter. And that’s what I believe magic is – it’s not spells and hocus pocus, it’s being attuned to the energy in the world around you, and using that energy to your benefit.

Then again, Kaye has wings, and that’s pretty damn magical in itself ;)

Don’t forget to visit the rest of the bloggers in the Nature of Magic Blogfest and see what they think about magic!

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Another Blog Award!

March 7, 2011 — Rebecca Enzor

I told you last week about the Irresistibly Sweet award that I won, but I also received the Stylish Blogger Award from Laura AND Cally! (and you wondered why they are irresistibly sweet?) Thank you ladies!

The rules:

  1. Link back to the award givers.
  2. State Seven things about myself.
  3. Pass on the award to 15 recently discovered bloggers.

Seven Things about me!

1. I got married on an island that doesn’t allow cars. Everything is horse drawn carriages and bicycles, and I paid for my wedding by selling my collection of My Little Ponies (I had over three hundred at the time – it was quite a chunk of change). There were only 16 people present, including my hubby and I.

2. Sugar gives me bad canker sores, so I’ve stopped eating it. The smell of frosting now makes my stomach turn.

3. I’m starting to sorta, kind of enjoy editing. But don’t tell my WIP that ;)

4. I have been to Trinidad and Tobago twice, and Costa Rica once. The food was better in Trinidad, but the people are nicer in Costa Rica. The second time I went to Trinidad my HR manager’s parents made me a home-cooked Trini meal and it was awesome. They moved out of the country a few months later because it became too dangerous to stay.

5. All through High School I wanted to be a jazz singer. I almost failed Chemistry and decided I wanted to be a biologist when I dissected my first fish. All through college I wanted to be a marine biologist and ended up becoming a chemist instead. Now I want to be a writer. And I never sing anymore.

6. I am so scared of needles that when I broke my collarbone I wouldn’t let them give me morphine. Of course, I couldn’t fight back so they gave it to me anyways. And now I work with needles everyday (but still don’t like them coming at me!).

7. I believe in other worlds. I believe that Fie Eoin is out there somewhere in some other universe, and that I lived there once. But I do not believe I was Kindra, because that’s just crazy ;)

And now, 15 new-to-me bloggers that I think deserve the Stylish Blogger Award! (I could just point you to my sidebar of Crusaders, but that seems like cheating ;P)

Rachel Morgan

Kore Averna

Info Dump a la El

Anne-Mhairi Simpson

Liza Kane

Susan Fields

Purgatory (aka editing)

Margo Kelly

Literary Coldcuts

LB Diamond

Charity Bradford

Gina Blechman

KT Simpson

Gabrielle Anne

Chris Ledbetter

Whew! That’s a lot of new blogs to check out. And one of those lovely bloggers up there (LB Diamond, to be exact) is holding a Nature of Magic Blogfest! Go check it out if you are interested, and pop back over here on the 26th to find out what I believe the nature of magic is, as well as a little taste of the magic in Fie Eoin.

And later this week I’ll be back with a post saying that I’m done editing. I swear it this time! (This is taking much longer than I thought it would)

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A New Look! And a blogfest!

February 14, 2011 — Rebecca Enzor

First things first: what do you think of the new look? I know it’s pretty similar to the old look (I like simple themes and colors) but it’s got a few more options and a handy custom menu up on top. Take a look, check it out, and let me know if the sidebar text is too large or small (I had to adjust the settings on my work computer because the sidebar text was so big, but it looked fine on my home computer). The buttons above have replaced the quick-refs that used to be on the sidebar so I could make room for a photo. Cause, you know, I don’t actually look like a stack of stickies.

Second: Welcome Crusaders!

For those of you who don’t know about the Writer’s Platform-Building Crusade the info is here. I joined before I was finished renovating the blog, so I wasn’t able to post about it in time for you to join, but never fear! Rach says she’ll be holding another Crusade for anyone who missed signing up this time around. I’ll let you know when she’s opened the Crusades to new members again!

And finally: Happy Valentine’s Day! I’ve joined the “Show Me The Love” Blogfest today, and there’s a bunch of mushy stuff about romance and my husband below. Scroll down if you dare.

1- What is the most romantic thing anyone has ever done for you? For our first (wedding) anniversary my husband planned a surprise trip to the Oregon Coast for me. I had no idea where we were going (certainly not across the country!) but we went to get massages the night before the trip and he was so relaxed he let it slip when he was paying. I was so excited I was jumping up and down in the massage parlor.

2- What is your favorite love song? “One Sweet Love” by Sarah Barellies (see #4 on this post for more on this song).

3- Do you have a favorite romantic movie or book? There are quite a few character relationships that I really love, but I don’t have a specific movie/book that I go to for romance. Grace and Sam from Shiver are probably at the top of my list right now (Can I have my own Sam Wolf please?) followed by my own Lane and Rebecca (yeah, I know they aren’t real big on the romance, but neither am I. They have a real relationship with problems, and they work them out).

4- Do you have any romantic plans for Valentine’s Day this year? My husband is making our old go-to romantic dinner from college: sausage and peppers. It may not sound awesome to you, but this is the meal I think of when I think of college-hubby romancing me (it was easy to make in a George Forman grill and a microwave).

5- What’s your favorite romantic treat? Wine. I like chocolate too, especially around Valentine’s Day, but I’d rather drink wine than eat chocolate any day.

Check out the answers from the other blogfest participants, and have a wonderful day full of Wine, Chocolate, and your favorite people!

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Top Ten Countdown – Music Blogfest!

January 24, 2011 — Rebecca Enzor

“Counting down our top tunes of all time! Music moves us. It inspires us! Now, tell the world YOUR ten favorite songs of all time. The Song, the band – why does it move you?”

Welcome to the Top Ten Countdown Music Blogfest! I have a feeling that my list is going to be wildly different from most on this blogfest, if only because I listen to different music than most of the people I know in real life. And since all of my favorite songs remind me of a character or a scene, you aren’t likely to find Casey Kasem’s Top 40 in here.

#10: Baby Blue – Dave Matthews Band. Much like Wilco’s One Wing (which didn’t make the cut) this song makes me cry every time I hear it. It’s this line: “I confess I’m not quite ready to be left”. I can’t help but think of Lane watching Rebecca die (over and over and over in all those worlds, but mostly in Lane’s Girl). And if I try to stop thinking of Lane and Rebecca then Gar and Kindra crowd in and that makes me cry doubly hard. So while most of the other songs on this list make me happy, Baby Blue makes #10 because it tears my heart out and leaves it sobbing on the floor.

#9: See The World – Gomez. On to something a little happier. For years I had no idea who sang this song but whenever it came on the radio it made me think of Gar. It’s still his song, as far as I’m concerned, although I can imagine him singing it to Kindra (or, you know, thinking it at her, since she would make merciless fun of him if he sang to her).

#8: What I Wouldn’t Do – A Fine Frenzy. This song sounds like spring to me. It sounds like going on a trip with your best friends and walking in patchy sunlight under spring-green trees. It makes me think of the beginning of Book of Souls, when Neona, Sean and Alicia begin their journey and their spirits are high.

#7: Sprawl II – Arcade Fire. This is the only song on the list that doesn’t remind me of a specific scene or character. But I like it. I Love it. It’s the beat, and the slightly-wavery voice of the lead singer, and the lyrics, and the fact that it makes me want to dance circles around the living room in a frilly skirt with my dogs.

#6: Come Alive – Foo Fighters. This song started out as Holly’s for the scene when she finally snaps and attacks the manticore. Then it became Karigan’s for the scene when Bar attacks her. Then everyone started sharing it and now this song can be used for any character and any novel (although it still makes me think of Kari and Holly first). I love songs that can do double-duty like that. Plus, it’s one of those pump-you-up-and-get-you-out-of-bed-in-the-morning songs.

#5: Whoa Mule – Black Crowes. I like the weird songs on albums. The ones that most people don’t really care for or against. They tend to be my favorites, and Whoa Mule is one of these songs that most people probably don’t think about. But it’s one of my favorite songs ever.  It sounds happy, day-dreamy, like everything is going to be good if you just give it a little bit more time. It’s also Holly’s happy-song.

#4. One Sweet Love – Sara Bareilles. Before any story or character this song makes me think of my husband. He travels a lot for work, and it makes me think of sitting outside on the beach, watching the sun go down and the waves come in, and waiting for him to come back. “No ordinary wings I need, the sky itself will carry me back to you” is my favorite line and it always reminds me of him when he is gone (or when he’s here and I’m at work).

#3: The Mystic’s Dream – Loreena McKennitt. Whenever I need to calm down I put this song on. It’s relaxing, it makes me think of mountains and Fie Eoin and the twins. When it’s time to start working on FE this is the song I play, and it is often the first song I play when I get to work in the morning. It’s an easy way to get into the business of the day and get my mind in-tune.

#2: In My Head – Anna Nalick. This song makes me think of Lane in a way that almost makes him real. When we first moved to Charleston and my husband was working all summer in a different city and was only home on the weekends this was the song that brought me through that horrible, lonely time. And I can honestly say that this song started me on the path to writing as more than just a hobby. It’s because of this song, and Lane, and my loneliness that I decided I wanted to do this writing thing as well as I could. That was six years ago, and I’m still struggling to fulfill that dream, but whenever I’m lonely, and feeling down about writing, or missing my husband this song can still pull me through.

#1: All Souls Night – Loreena McKennitt. I could fill this list with just Loreena McKennitt songs and call them my top ten of all time and it would be the truth, but the two in this list stick out in my mind. All Souls Night is the sound of a festival in Fie Eoin. Any festival. It makes me want to dance around a bonfire in the middle of the night and drink wine out of a clay mug and look up at a sky full of more stars than I have ever seen.

And those are my top ten songs of all time. What are yours?

For more top ten songs, visit the Music Blogfest on Alex’s blog!

Posted in Blogfest, Book of Souls, Lane's Girl, Lane's Girl Serial, Phooka Tales, Rebecca Stories, The Nameless Warrior (Fie Eoin). 27 Comments »
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