Reasons you might be a Dragon...

• You collect trinkets, treasures, little talismans, shiny things and precious gems.
• You greet people with friendly little growls.
• If someone annoys you you hiss at them.
• You stay awake all night and sleep all day.
• You love nothing better than to curl up in a patch of sunlight or else deep in a cocoon of blankets.
• You horde books (because OF COURSE dragons love to read).
• You love smoking or hot drinks because you love to watch the patterns of smoke.

• You daydream of flying through the skies.
• You horde EVERYTHING.
• You enjoy lurking in unsuspecting corners.
• You are either intensely merry or intensely gloomy.
• You hold a particular fascination for knives and flame.
• You think deeply. Too deeply. Your mind is an ocean!
• You yearn for a place, a world that you cannot find.

• Inside you are a maelstrom or else, a floating leaf.
• You always watch the skies.
• The SKIES.
• You are fearless but watchful.

• You think of others as curious, sad, adorable little munchkins.
• You feel as though you have lived many lives, or that you do not belong to this world.

• You treasure and keep rituals.
• You have few friends but the ones you do have you would give your life to protect.
• Your fury is immense and your calm is fathoms wide.
• You are highly intelligent, highly creative and highly vain.
• You live with your head in the clouds.

Just some of the many reasons why you too might irrefutably be a dragon.

   Much love this night,

The Ghost Raven

   Miss C.L.Scarlett xx

Sun Blossoms Falling...

The Sun Blossoms are falling...

Over white fields of winter,

Paved frost upon the bow of hill...

Wind caught dust,

Firelight side...

Our memories turn deeply.

Shift amidst sleep,

These trees bared silver...

Watch with far-sight eyes,

Across the meadows, the gullies, the Brooks...

Turning softly,

Fine crescents upended in sky...

Moths float down,

Crown these arches of Heather and beaten Ash...

Press deeper into the wood.

Through furrows dug deep down...

Clear gleam upon melting tyrants,

Song muffled through snow-laced forestscapes...

Secret hymns dashed upon lint and ice crust,

Burning hidden within...

Ghostly call echo,

The wolves...

Spirits of dust,

A moving prism of spears...

How the murk twists between the trunks,

Follow the sound...

To halls of timber,

Crashing song...

Burning ember,

Mead upon the copper...

Wreaths of Holly upon the pillars,

A dance wreathed in light...

Shadow,

Un-resting night...

Inclined ear upon sparrows thought,

The Sun Blossoms have fallen.

These moons be full,

The Dark garbs itself with firelight...

The sky whispers secrets past,

The old ones they move...

Beneath the moon-glow,

Travel they past our door...

Their breath frosted upon windowpane and heart,

Tyrannical skies...

Wound-up clockwork heart.

Seize the bone,

Lift the knife...

Make a wish for the lovers who have fled to the wilds.

The saints who feast on their shore,

The colours the night parts,

The bells chime across this wilderness...

Calling us home,

To hearth,

From war...

Long winter's,

Bitter storms,

Aging hearts...

A tear dropped down into the abyss.

Dark holes peering up like sightless eyes...

And in their midst we slumber.

Carry on now...

Back to guided arches,

Snow lands coloured with gold.

As the Sun Blossoms fell...

For our memories be lanterns,

Floating through this eternal night,

A wayward sailor...

Lost within the fantasies of sea,

Seeks out his lighthouse tonight.

The wind howls,

The storms breathe...

The cold bars our way,

Sweet music guides us home...

To festive halls,

And dancing lights...

Remember the Summer,

Remember the Dark...

Recall the whispered realms.

Oaken doors open wide,

Emitting an intoxicating sight...

A home to set,

Upon easy sight...

A cup of warm cider,

Spiced meat and pie...

To dance with another,

A touch gentle and not cold...

Close the doors,

Shut the Winter out...

For at very last we are home,

Found.

Nightwebs Still Spinning...

The nightwebs are spinning...

Do you see them? Can you hear them?

Glistening there, in the dark.

Adorning wreaths upon the branches bare bone...

Listen to the voice in the dark.

Their weavers they form from stars and dust...

Their movements,

Their clicks...

Their nightly embark.

Watch the nightwebs curling,

Through our dreams, our tears...

Nightwebs still spinning,

Through the dark.

Watch them float up.

Nightwebs still spinning...

Close your eyes,

Count to ten.

Watch all the clocks,

Spun old with time...

Watch the universe,

Spun over with lines...

We are all of us spinning,

In this toys bright eye.

A speck of dust,

A planet lost...

Oceans colliding,

Covered in frost.

Why are you shivering?

The nightwebs are spinning...

Down down the dark way we go,

Fall down,

Float up.

The dust scatters down...

These fine weavers,

We hide.

Catch us...

Dust-ghost,

A jab in the dark...

Spun across wide,

Always we are falling.

The nightwebs are spinning...

Watch us,

Watch us float up.

Dead dark night,

Still the nightwebs are spinning.

We fall.

Miss C.L.Scarlett xx

The Horse Museum...

Come to the horse museum with me,

We'll go there at a quarter past three...

We'll ride around the chimney chutes,

And practice dancing with a mute...

Come let's ride the oven chair,

And carry strange martini's inside our hair...

We'll dance until the break of dawn,

Little Muppet and Mr. Storm...

Come let's take the last boat out,

And when the sea becomes quiet we'll scream and shout,

Follow these labyrinthine desires...

Through the Maelstrom's heart,

And back into our cage,

What a practiced art.

Tonight we'll be cats, tonight we'll be ruins...

Our sinking castles suite us quite fine,

King and queen of nothing...

Come to the horse museum with me,

Maybe at last we can be free.

I'll kiss you between wake and sleep...

Come to the horse museum with me.

Handy Things

 Number one thing to know as a Writer (and probably as any kind of Artist too)...
mail that shit to yourself.
Anything you write or create, mail it, email it to yourself. The more copies the merrier and also the more gunpowder you have in the arsenal if Ren-Tixo-Shooter comes at you claiming that you stole his story. (In short-speak, good if you want to protect your work).
    Now I don't know all there is to know about writing and the vast concepts of Universal Grammar (which people should look up it's fascinating), but I've had a pretty crash-course self-taught and mysteriously guided entrance into the world of writing.
   Most of these tips are just things I picked up along the way.
  So tip two...
THERE ARE NO RULES...time to RAAAAAGE!!!!!!
 It's still kinda the learn them break them concept. If you have nothing to teach you then, learn from everything. Read as much as you can. Want to write Steampunk? READ Steampunk. Want to create your own style? (I know, the big taboo) Read everything, at some point they'll create a category to fit your style. I would also highly recommend, even if you're self-taught, to get a degree. You never know what you might find out. I have been challenged, inspired, had some of the most gratifying moments to do with my writing. It's also marvelous to be able to speak to other writers who are in the same head space as you.
   Tip Three...look into Licences. This may sound odd but if you've got any completed work online, on your computer or otherwise, or a Blog, it may help you avoid thieves. Go check the CCL website out when you have a moment. It's free, and you just copy and paste the image/words to the bottom of each page.
   Last tip for now...
WRITE. There is never a good time to write. It must be now.
YOU SHOULD BE WRITING.

 

The joints and cartilage of a Story...

 

  I thought I'd try a little something that's been on my mind for a while and then perhaps, you can tell me yours. Below I have placed a mix-matched list of every book, movie and show that has inspired my writings. It's a refreshing activity that really helps you reflect on what brought you to this point as a writer. I'd recommend everyone trying it...

•   The Magical Forest. (A tale my Mother would tell me when I was little. A magical forest in which lived Uni the Unicorn, Swanny the Swan, Caraleena and Carabeena the Dolphins. They had many wonderful adventures together).
• The Last Unicorn.
• Tabaluga.
• The Swan Princess I - III.
• The Unicorns of Balinor (Mary Stanton).
• The Land Before Time.
• Spirit: Stallion of the Cimmaron.
• GetEd
• Code Lyoko
• Class of the Titans.
• Anastasia.
• All Dogs Go To Heaven.
• The Hunchback of Notre Dame.
• The Road to El Derado
• Rowen of Rin (Emily Rodda).
• The Wind Singer Trilogy. (William Nicholson).
• The Wintering Trilogy. (Stephen Bowkett).
• The Starthorn Tree (Kate Forsyth).
• The Fire Within (Chris d'Lacey).
• The Dream Merchant (Isobel Hoving).
• Bolto
• Zelda: Ocarina of Time.
• The Flesh Market (Nicola Morgan).
• Spirited Away.
• Jennie (Paul Galico).
• The Call of the Wild (Jack London).
• MIB
• Species.
• The Crystal Mask (Katherine Roberts).
• A Little Princess (the movie).
• The Angel's Game (Carlos Ruiz Zafon.)
• Here There Be Dragons (James A. Owen).
• Dragonkeeper (Carole Wilkinson).
• The Chronicles of Narnia (C.S.Lewis).
• The Harry Potter Series (J.K.Rowling).
• Sinbad.
• SuperMario Sunshine.
• Nancy Drew.
• Steppenwolf (Hermann Hesse).
• The Tale of Despareaux (Kate DiCamillo).
• Clair de Lune (Cassandra Golds).
• The Pendragon Series (D.J.MacHale).
• The Left Behind Series (Time LaHaye and Jerry B. Jenkins).
• A Series of Unfortunate Events (Lemony Snicket).
• The Lord of the Rings (Books, movies and poetry).
• Atlantis.
• Monsters Inc.
• The Night Circus (Erin Morgenstern).
• The Rise of the Guardians.
• The Long Road of the Junkmailer (Patrick Holland).
• A Wrinkle in Time (movie and book) (Madeleine L'Engle) and A Wind in the Door.
• Noughts and Crosses (Malorie Blackman).
• Eragon Series (Christopher Paolini).

I have decided to cut off the list there, as there are many more. Let me know if you have read or seen any of these and why not post your own list?

  Pleasant dreams and magnificent thoughts,

Miss C.L.Scarlett xox

P.S. I received my first gift of the year, a small engagement pledge if you will. It is I believe, another example of the way stories and words can manifest, namely in this case and for me, in relation to Lyla's Lake. The Sun and the Moon, on a ring that just happens to only fit my ring finger. Hohum...

Stepping onto the Train...

 
Hey there...
 ...all you travellers of the wayward side...

   We've reached a turn, finally made it to the shores of a new year, maybe even a new era in our lives.
  It feels like something's tapping at my window, that something's tapping at all our windows...
  And I think I want to let it in.
This year is the year I want to say that I did that. In saying, I'm starting slow, one building block at a time.
   And I'd kinda like to take you along.
I want to enter the writing world beyond just the writing. 
  To be found we must be seen.
My first destination this New Year, is to once a month go to a writing event.
  My sights are set on the Melbourne Literary Salon. Held on the 31st of January 6 pm Federation Square. I have other plans too, to once or twice a week go to some kind of writing, book-related event.
 Over the period of 2017 - 2019 it is my aim to achieve publication for my first book: 
  The MatchSpark Revellings: Volume I. The beginning of an End.
  I will take you through the whole path, from editing, events, competitions, the whole shebang that is involved in reaching publication.
   With some delights and the return of some old friends thrown in for good measure.

    Imagine, making sure every day is devoted in some way towards our goal, to making it happen.
   You never know what's just around the corner...
  In delirium after binging on fruit mince pies...
  Next step is getting a job and a flat...a space to create. With a job I can get to even more events.
    
    (A small description of my first book...)

   My Book is about a dragon who was a girl. A monster with a God-complex and a boy with ocean eyes and a heart of electricity. It is a tale about being in the darkness and finding your way back again.
  
  All my love and wishes for 2017.

Miss C.L.Scarlett xox