Saturday, February 7, 2009
Fairies, and dragons, and wolves, oh my! Fairies, and dragons, and wolves, oh my! Fairies, and dra . . . . All right, I'll stop already. I couldn't resist.
I'm not sure why, but wolves have been a passion of mine since I was a teenager and they frequently make their way into my stories. Dragons became a later love, and fairies even more recently, but they all have one thing in common: they inspire me.
I look at these creatures and anything seems possible. There's just something about them that makes me feel things. I can imagine myself stalking on four legs through a winter forest, the land around me ablaze with scent and sound. I can feel the wind beneath my powerful wings as I dive, fire searing the grasses below. And then I taste the sweet nectar and pollen as I wake within a morning flower. The images flow when I'm surrounded by these three creatures, whether they be pictures or plates on my wall, or the statuettes that line my shelves. They help me to create and, crazy or not, I'll take what I can get when the inspiration is lacking.