P is for…

Pooka.
I love mythology. I love learning all sorts of new creatures. When I read Vanessa Unveiled by Jodi Redford, I came across the Pooka. *Curious about the book? Here’s the description:

Resisting two magical mischief makers definitely wasn’t in the job description.
Vanessa Darby, a bounty hunter and tracker for the Veil Alliance League, figures things can’t get any crappier than her car breaking down on a deserted highway. Until the two dimension-hopping renegades she’s been assigned to capture lure her to their magical love nest in the woods and entangle her in a web of seduction.
How the hell is she supposed to resist a pair of gorgeous male pookas who possess a wicked talent for bringing the sexy?
Rand and Braeden have searched more than three centuries for their one true bond mate. Now that Vanessa’s been dropped into their arms, they have no intention of giving her up. Even if it means agreeing to her terms: If they can’t persuade her within forty-eight hours that the three of them belong together, they’ll give themselves over to the authorities. But convincing a woman who doesn’t believe in love, or the concept of forever, is no easy feat. Particularly with one doozy of a dirty secret from their past waiting to trip them up.*

So, what’s a pooka? Well, Jodi Redford takes some artistic license, but here’s what Wikipedia has to say about the matter:

The pooka may be regarded as being either menacing or beneficent. Fairy mythologist Thomas Keightley said “notions respecting it are very vague,” and in a brief description gives an account collected by Croker from a boy living near Killarney that “old people used to say that the Pookas were very numerous…long ago…, were wicked-minded, black-looking, bad things…that would come in the form of wild colts, with chains hanging about them.” and that did much to harm unwary travelers.[6] Also, children were warned not to eat overripe blackberries, because this was a sign that the pooka has befouled them.
In contrast, the phouka is represented as being helpful to farmers by Lady Wilde, who relates the following tale. A farmer’s son named Phadraig one day noticed the invisible presence of the phouka brushing by, and called out to him, offering a coat. The phouka appeared in the guise of a young bull, and told him to come to the old mill at night. From that time onward, the phoukas came secretly at night and performed all the work of milling the sacks of corn into flour. Phadraig fell asleep the first time, but later concealed himself in a chest to catch sight of them, and later made a present of a fine silk suit. This unexpectedly caused the phoukas to go off to “see a little of the world” and cease their work. But by then the farmer’s wealth allowed him to retire and give his son an education. Later, at Phadraic’s wedding, the phouka left a gift of a golden cup filled with drink that evidently ensured their happiness.

There’s an old legend around here, that if you take the fruit that’s overripe, you’re taking the fairy’s share. I was surprised to learn that in Ireland, it’s the pooka’s share. And pookas have their own day, November 1st. The only day they’re required to be civil.

Any creature you might want to share?

O is for …

Oath.

I’ve always loved this word. The age it invokes. The promise. The sense of honour and duty.

Not sure what it means?

oath
  1. a solemn promise, usually invoking a divine witness, regarding your future acts or behavior; “they took an oath of allegiance”
  2. a commitment to tell the truth (especially in a court of law); to lie under oath is to become subject to prosecution for perjury
  3. profane or obscene expression usually of surprise or anger; “expletives were deleted”

In one of my new favourite books, Angel’s Blood by Nalini Singh, the main character Elena has offended Raphael, archangel of North America. He wants her to do a job for him, though. So Elena tries to figure out if she can get Raphael to swear an oath to her. She has to word it carefully, she thinks. And then the thread drops. It’s not a huge part of the book, but I really wished that the author had spent more time talking about blood oaths. She comes back to it in the most recent entry in this series, Archangel’s Storm, but not so much. I absolutely love the series, though.

N is for

Nobody.

This is my letter to Mr. Nobody, who attacked an 8 year old boy.

You are not important in your own life, so you chose to take someone else’s. But I will remember Martin Richard, who held up a photo asking for Peace. Not your name, because you are Nobody.

You are not brave. So I will remember the IMMEDIATE response of many brave people who ran towards the explosion, not away. They ran to help, because they make the world a better place. So I will look for their names in the news, not yours. I will look for the doctors who treated the injured, the police who helped get people to safety, the other runners who aided total strangers, rather than you. Because you are Nobody.

You are not smart, because you attacked people who are not scared of you, not reacting with fear and hate. The people of Boston are strong, intelligent people who are not easy to push around or intimdate. So I will admire them, not you, because you are Nobody.

You are Nobody. You have failed.

L is for…

Lucky.

Luck comes in all forms. A windfall of cash when you’re broke. A job when you need one. A friend who’ll listen to you ramble on about the weird stuff that goes on in your head. A gut feeling that tells you to say no when everyone around you says you should go for it, which ends up saving your life.

But what if that luck was suddenly to run thin? What would you do then? Would you blame the world as being against you? Would you even be wrong with that, if you lived off luck?

I found this video of lucky people compliation. This seriously freaked me out, but maybe your nerves are stronger. How about it?

*sorry about the names today, folks. Fighting some serious pain and headaches*

k is for…

I thought I’d give this a try. My friend, Julia Philips Smith does this every Friday.

Travis at Trav’s Thoughts invites everyone to lay down a short set of music that takes their fancies for his 5 on Friday meme.

Here’s mine, all starting with k

 

Katmandu by Seger
 
Kung Fu Fighting – Ce Lo’s version
 
Christina Aguilera’s Keeps gettin better
 
Kyriptonite by Three Doors Down
 
Killing me softly sung by Alicia Keys
 
 
 
Your turn! Which songs do you like?
 
Character Names
Female                                                                        Male
Kadence- Rhythmic and melodious                          Kade – from the wetlands
Kai – woman of the sea                                             Kane – little warrior
Keiko – respectful and well-behaved child                Kedem – old soul
Kiera – little dark haired one                                     Keegan – a small and fiery man
Krissy – one who is friendly                                       Kurt – a brave counselor

J is for

Just Dance.

I need a little bit of happy in my life right now, so this is it. I like this video game. I can’t play games like my brother or father. Too many buttons on the controller make me very confused (yes, I’m aware of how dorky that sounds, but I’m being honest here).

But this one is relatively easy. And funny. At least when I do it. I cannot dance well and this is done in the privacy of my home where I won’t be mocked too badly for my lack of coordination. Although my cat gives me funny looks and tries to catch the cord on my wrist upon occasion.

Character Names
Female                                                                         Male
Jacinta – form of Hyacinth                                          Jago – supplanter
Javiera -owner of a new home                                    Julio – youthful
Juana – gracious God                                                  Julian – youthful
Jocelyn – happy                                                           Jerome – sacred
Jade – a jewel                                                              Jasper – treasurer

I is for…

Incensed.

I am angry. This girl deserved better.

Not sure what I’m talking about? Read this and tell me you don’t feel righteous anger at what she endured. The video reminded me of one of my own family members. Sorry. No uplifting messages today. I’m too angry. Too heartweary.

To any and all rape survivors out there, it was not your fault. It is not okay for them to torture you after the fact. Please don’t leave us. I’m still too angry to write about this properly. See you tomorrow.

H is for…


 
HAVOC
 
 
 

Merriam-Webster defines Havoc as “wide and general destruction: Devastation 2) great confusion and disorder “

But I also like the character of Havoc.

The younger brother of Scott Summers in the comics, Havoc is one of the x-men I know the least about. I know I love his name. I also love the movie above. I think this guy is the wounded hero in the film. He’s got a history that I’d love to dig into. I hope they do that in the next one. But what about Scott Summers?

 Let’s play a would you rather… so which brother would you rather? The eyes or the chest? The blond or the brunette? The wild child or the guy with control issues? Havoc or Cyclops?

Personally? I’d go for Havoc. Not in a creepy she’s-a-cougar kinda way. He’d have to be around my age before I’d go out with him. At least late twenties. But as far as the two brothers? Give me a wounded hero any day. I’m not so great with guys who have control issues, like Cyclops. He’d be way too controlling for me. But Havoc? Hell yeah.

You?
Character Names
Unisex names
Haldis – Stone Spirit
Henley – high field
Hadar – Splendor or Glory
Harlow – from the mound of the people
and my favourite of all time
Haven – safe place

G is for…

GLEAN!

As a writer, one of the coolest things I get to do is learn all sorts of really fascinating things about my characters. The hard thing about being a writer is letting the reader learn them bit by bit, not info dump on them. The readers need to glean the information from the text.

Take Sherlock. He’s going to go through all the clues and not share what he finds with Jon Watson. Poor guy. But he does share them with us, we just don’t add them up like he does. I love trying to get to the end result before the episode does. I try to glean the information the same way he does.

Trying to hold back the information in my writing is much more difficult. Is this too much or not enough? How do I guide the readers to this conclusion and not that one? Am I holding back enough or is this an info dump? These are the questions that plague a writer when creating.

So how do we do it? You won’t like the answer. Practice. Reading how other writers do it and seeing what can be applied in your own work. Getting feedback. Basically all the stuff that makes you better if keep at your craft.

Character Names
Female                                                                          Male
Ghita – Pearl                                                                Garrick – from a place covered by oaks
Ghislaine – Pledge                                                       Gage – Measurer
Gryphon – mythological beast                                     Gavyn – white hawk
Gwendolyn – blessed ring                                            Gideon – great warrior
Gypsy – Bohemian traveller                                        Gunner – warrior