Oh Flippin' Fairies- Come On!

What is it about fairies that make you either love them or completely hate them? I might be the only person in the entire blogosphere (yeah it’s an exaggeration) that could give a rat’s ass about them either way.


Well, before you get up in arms, most of you who know me, know that’s how I roll. I’m not usually into fairies, or even read books about fairies. Actually, I don’t have anything to do with fairies. Let’s call a spade a spade; I’ve been surrounded by males including my dog, my entire life. Let’s just say, fairies weren’t on the top of my list.


So, I was more than a little surprised when a story came to me about a young girl who has to grapple with the decision of accepting her fairyism or not. Now I have a chapter done and part of a second, dealing with fairies. Grant it, I have to disclose it isn’t your typical fairy story, but still fairies? And what’s really trippy ←(a word from the 70’s) is that I am completely excited about it.


I find myself plotting what’s going to happen next, and I’m not a plotter. I’ve never outlined what’s going to happen to my protagonist. I usually write as it comes to me, then edit as I go back through it. I’ve found myself plotting. OMG- What does this mean?


Maybe it simply means the creative gods have smiled on me and I have been fortunate enough to have another story birthed from a place, I don’t question, but graciously accept when it flows from the depths of my mind. It also means my besties will be tortured with, chapter by chapter of another story, yet again. (only if they’ll let me)


Have I crossed into the world of fairies? Are people going to run into me with books of fairytales under each arm? Probably not, I’m really sorry to let you down. I will also tell you, I highly doubt I’ll be running out to my local tattoo shop anytime soon, asking for a tat on my ass of Tinkerbell.


But it does make me think… Nah, I don’t think I’ll get a tattoo.