This edition is extra late going out, because two days ago, I had a Christmassy crisis – which basically consisted of trying to decide whether both December editions should be Christmassy-themed, or just the one before Christmas. I eventually decided 5 minutes ago that only the edition before Christmas will be Christmassy.
So, although we’re barrelling through December, enjoy this not-yet-festivey issue. I’m excited about several of the links I’m sharing and I hope you enjoy them too.
Hoping my words find you well in your world.
Writing & Creativity Cool Finds
Something I created
God of the Sea
Phin looks around him. Light is a sombre net now, the sky a soft, kind indigo, and the clouds a sleepy grey. The wind and the sea are singing to each other, their duet more noticeable at this time of day. The beach is deserted, as it usually is. People will be retreating from the darkness and gathering at the bright lights of their favourite watering holes inland, enjoying the cooler nights.
Something in the white sand away from the water catches his eye. Something small and dark is scrabbling. Phin moves towards it, his eyes widening as his lips shape a soundless ‘oh’.
By the many gods of the island, it is a turtle! A baby turtle. It moves through the white sand with a slow, scrabbling, swimming movement, and with undaunted, single-minded purpose.
A few steps to the ocean’s shore for Phin is many, many steps for the baby turtle. A human footstep in the dry sand makes a mere dent, but to a baby turtle, it is a valley and then a mountain – many valleys and many mountains – to be surmounted over and over before the ocean can be reached.
Impulsively, Phin drops to his hands and knees and, crawling backwards before the baby turtle, he begins smoothing its sandy path.
Part of him is glad that it is now past dusk. He would have a job explaining his actions to anyone! But another part of him feels as though he is bowing to the very God of the Sea, whose spirit is alive in its tiniest, most vulnerable new child before him. If he was asked to put it into words, Phin probably wouldn’t be able to explain why he needs to make this gesture, to somehow obscurely explain his thanks, his gratefulness.
Backstory: This is a treasured story which I wrote a long time ago. I still love the vibe of this one. I love the 140 character Twitter microfiction it was born out of, and I love how I expanded it.
A Book or Piece of Art I Love
Forgive the proud Mama moment, but this is a drawing by LittleOne. Aged four-and-five-months. This was an entirely unprompted drawing of Elsa in her castle (from Frozen, of course).
I love the detailed face, the hair flowing in the wind and the elegant lines that make up the dress. You will notice the love heart and star and ice crystal details. And for the piece de resistance, please note that Elsa is standing inside her ice palace, raising her arms and building it from within, just like she does in the famous “Let it go” song.
(By the way, I typed half of the previous paragraph with LittleOne sitting on my shoulders. Ouch.)
Randomly Interesting Inspirations for Stories
Du fond du coeur, thanks for reading x