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

Lyla's Lake

There was a girl, whose Father was the Moon. Her hair was the hue of moonlight, her eyes the color of the Sun: her Mother, it is said. She was born in a time before the foundations of the earth were laid, and in the spaces of darkness she would play the mandolin. Play music to the stars that was so beautiful, great hosts of stars would perform dance. Some used to say that the whole of the universe moved in time, in dance to her melody and that if she were to stop playing, the world would stop...even cease to be.
  She was happy and yet, often she would look down upon the earth, and pine for the men she would see wandering its expanse.
  For she was lonely.
  One in particular - a man of the ocean - captured her heart. Day after day she would watch him from her cove in the sky. At night, her songs twisted in New ways for him. But a Daughter of the skies can no more touch the earth, or love, than a child of the earth could touch the skies. It was said, that her pining grew so great that she began to search the universe for a way, a way to be with he who she loved. Eventually, she went to the lowest, deepest realm and found in there a Primordial Darkness. It whispered to her another story. That if she were to give her heart to It, she would be able to set foot on the earth and be with he who love her. There would be a further price though, the Darkness murmured. She would never be able to return to the Heavens but be doomed to walk the earth for eternity.
  The girl agreed, her pain too great to refuse. She gave the Primordial Darkness her heart and left that place. When at last she found her way to earth, she searched high and low for the man. When at last she found him though, she discovered only dust within herself. She felt nothing for the man. It was only then that she realized her mistake. She could not love a man when already she had given her heart to the darkness. 
  She left the man and wandered the earth until sorrow overwhelmed her utterly. She fell to her knees and began to weep. She wept for a century and, slowly, a great lake formed from her tears. Many more years passed and at last, the Moon looked down upon his Daughter, his silent fury at her actions long spent and his heart filled with mercy. Though he could not undo her curse, he placed on her a gift, of a kind.
  He bid her presence to become one with the lake, allowed her spirit to roam free within its vast waters. There she remains, in a world of peace, apart, yet close. There she plays her music.
  It is said that when people drown in the lake, they can hear Lyla's music right before the dark takes them and that it is she that leads them to the next world, to the Heavens, where those souls become stars and for that brief, brief moment she can step amongst the skies again.