Here in the southern hemisphere, we’re on the edge of summer. Here in Brisbane, some days are cloaked in relentless heat and humidity with warm nights, and other days are crisp and cool. In the Blue Mountains where we used to live, they’re still talking heaters and possible snows, and I don’t miss that at all.
The Ree-Writes household is going through its umpteenth cold (I’ve lost count), my beloved Indi-pup recently had her 11th birthday, I was delighted to see the local plover birds had been successful in having 1-2 babies, and the sunset lights have been marvellous. So the world glides on – big and small alike, with much to be grateful for.
I hope my words find you well in your world, and I hope you enjoy this issue.
Writing & Creativity Cool Finds
Something I created
The Photographer, the Fairy and the Frog
The photographer thought he’d captured an unusual leaf silhouetted against the sparkling stream water.
He didn’t realise was that it was a frog – curled in mid-leap, twisting and turning to hide a fairy from the camera viewfinder.
The fairy looked up with a startled gasp as she realised what was happening and quickly disappeared in a flutter of sun sparkles.
She reappeared behind the green safety of the bushes and dropped her face into her palms and groaned. She’d been so entranced by the water in its summer sun, her attention had slipped. Badly.
She was now going to have to pay the frog in days and days of slug-bread and spider-cakes, per the long-standing arrangement between the river fairies and frogs. And he was known to be such a grumpy frog too! What bad luck!
The frog landed heavily in a particularly putrid muddy patch at the water’s edge. He got to his feet and looked down at the mud spattering his whole being, and scowled ferociously. The other nearby river creatures, watching the scene unfold in a breathless tableau, snapped back into life and edged carefully away from the frog. No-one wanted to get in the way of frog fireworks.
The photographer admired his photo of the river glittering in the sun and absently rubbed his hand against the weird frisson on the back of his neck. Then he got to his feet and kept walking.
Backstory: Based on an old Twitter microfic written around the time Twitter expanded its character count from 140 to 280. I know this because I took advantage of the new extra limit to re-share an expanded version of the story. I expanded the story further last week and shared it on Mastodon, a social media platform that isn’t Twitter, while Twitter lurches itself in directions unknown. The illustration is one I created with the help of an AI image creator; I entered my descriptive prompt and it generated a few variations. I chose one and played with it in my Adobe Photoshop Express app.
A Book or Piece of Art I Love
When ree-visiting my chosen book for this section, LittleOne was with me, and asked me no less than three times – each with rising notes of scepticism and incredulity – if I really had tears in my eyes, for real life.
I had to say yes all three times.
The book, Are You An Echo? The Lost Poetry of Misuzu Kaneko, always moves me to tears.
Misuzu Kaneko’s words are simple, beautiful and moving. Her life story is incredibly unjust and sad. She came so close to being forgotten forever.
Are You An Echo? is aimed at a younger audience, sensitively sharing Misuzu Kaneko’s life story – how she started writing, her tragic end and how her poems were re-discovered and returned to prominence in Japan. The book shares several of her poems, alongside exquisite illustrations.
Randomly Interesting Inspirations for Stories
Du fond du coeur, thanks for reading x