I'm a daily blogger. Really, I blog every day. I do it because I love writing and thoughts and ideas. Still it does have it's challenges. One of which is figuring out what to blog about.
April 27th is National Tell a Story Day. To celebrate, this is a story about what it's like to be dognip...
When visiting Colonial Williamsburg, you talk a lot about dead people. You even meet them on the street. But, those are actors not ghosts. To see the real ghosts you have to go ghost hunting for the hauntings...
Here is what I am thinking as the ball barrels through the air spinning so fast it looks like a little wisp of color: I can't watch. No I have to watch. Quicker. Get there faster.
With all the swirl around Beauty and the Beast lately, I thought it might be fun to talk about fairy tales. Disney has done a laudable job of Disney-ifying classics with positive messages and happy endings. And while I remember obsessing over Disney's Aladdin well into my teens, I also remember going to Blockbuster and renting videos (yes I predate even DVDs) called Shelley Duvall's Faerie Tale Theatre. And Shelley showed the truth about those fairy tales - they were dark.
It's Saturday, so I thought I'd have a little fun storytelling time. As a writer and an author (The Travelers), I tell stories. That's basically the essence of a writer. I thought it would be fun to write down some of my oft told stories. When I think about this story, it feel a little like a fable in that there is a moral embedded in here somewhere. So I'm going to write it that way. Once upon a time....
Wake up to my dog taking a running leap off the bed while barking so loudly it makes the windows rattle and all because a squirrel scurried across the roof. Reluctantly get up and throw on a t-shirt and sweat pants...
I spend a lot of time in airports. So, I appreciate it when airports have art for my eyes weary of looking at fast food chains and rows and rows of industrial chairs. I've seen paintings and sculptures. But, I never imagined an airport would have a display that would send a chill down my spine...
I obviously have an interest in witches and magic. I've been exploring spiritual shops and tarot readings lately. I wrote a young adult fantasy novel where the protagonists are witches (The Travelers). All of this witch exploration got me thinking about witches in popular culture. Where did this love of all things witchy really take hold? How far back does it go? Before the spicy spell casting scarlet-haired Willow and even before nose-twitching Sabrina, who were the witches that paved the way for them?
K.L. Kranes 