The Wizard

It’s been my endeavor to write a little every day. Sometime creative, sometimes just getting my thoughts down blog style. Today I’m just going to say a few words and then select an excerpt that I’m particularly grooving on from my unearthed fairy tale.

The few words pertain to where I am in my life right now. If you’ve been following (hi Danielle- lol), you know I’m more than a mite confused and often disheartened about where I am and where I’m supposed to be and blah blah blah. But I’d like to say this- I’ve seen three theatrical events in the past three days and guess what- I think I feel the faint stirrings of something inside me. Something dormant and crippled and half-starved down deep in the dungeon I tossed it in somewhere midway through student teaching.

I enjoyed all three experiences in different ways and to varying degrees. Maybe I’ll write more about them, but for now the pertinent information that needs to be gleaned is this: I have a director’s eye and a director’s heart, mind, soul and blood. Perhaps I should be trying to direct more? The downside to that is that I also have a near paralyzing fear of directing and failing and that’s why I don’t direct more! Ta Da! Welcome to my neuroses!

But there it is. Food for thought. We’ll see how it pans out if I ever get a christing job.

I also should get a reel together and start really pushing for Voice Over work but whatever!

Ok, as promised, a little creative writing to brighten your day?
This is the introduction of a major player in the story and is from those first three chapters that need revision\rewriting. But I like a lot of the imagery here. And I like that he isn’t Anglo. I need to write more ethnically diverse characters…

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The Wizard was a tall, tanned skin ancient with long silver-blue hair tied ceremonially at his nape and a symbolically trimmed beard that curled some 6 inches off his jagged chin. A wisp of a shining scar curved through the coarse beard hair, making a path from his left earlobe to the prominent cleft in his angular chin, and causing the silver-blue facial hair to grow on either side of it, as a wood parted by a snaking river.

Long had scribes and sages held sway at the court of Moonglory, counseling, guiding, sometimes healing- but none had managed solutions for the king as the drought stretched on. This wizard was something apart however.

He had met the King and his bride on their wedding night, coming across them as they strolled (deeply in love) through their moonlit south garden. Dressed quite strangely for the cool weather and modest style of the region, and with ritualistic body art unlike any either had ever seen- the young couple’s initial response was one of alarm.

Yet, something about the sonnance of his voice, the light lilt of a far-of accent on his kind, reassuring words, and the glow that lit his eyes and face from within, seemingly independent from the stars and the moonlight, captivated and assured them…