8: Automatic Typewriter

[zephyrly]

“But just look at it!” Rowan's voice punched the late summer night like the rapid Morse code of fireflies, just as frantic as for a mate to fall against -- bug for bug; sound to cochlea. “Did you notice this part right here? Right here. See it

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[zephyrly]

Thanks for reading the whole thing. I know it's really long, so I appreciate you going all the way to the end.

[zephyrly]

My last comment was made at like four in the morning, and I hadn't really slept. Sorry about that. So, I'd like to expand a bit

[xo_kizzy_xo]

I never heard of that folk tale before, but then again I'm not very well-versed in Irish folklore. Even without that, what you've written here...I was spellbound, whether it was Rowan and the tattoo or with Nigel or with the pooka.

You sit down to write one thing, and you end up with something else. You know, just like the story says. So, I'm not sure if I failed the topic or not. I guess you'll just have to ask the story itself. I had no control over it.

The Muse works in mysterious ways ;)

[zephyrly]

I recommend Irish Fairy and Folk Tales by William Butler Yeats. By no means is it complete (and I suspect that he "toned down" a lot of what he put into the book), but it is a good place to start. For one, he explains and classifies the Seelie and Unseelie Courts, then also classifies different fey types by either "trooping" or "non-trooping" and the colors they wear (believe it or not, leprechauns traditionally wear red, and I get a little twitchy whenever they're used incorrectly to decorate for St. Patrick's Day).

Irish -- and, by extension, the British Isles in general -- folklore is complex, meandering, brutal, and beautiful. It's not for the feint of heart, either. It's my favorite medium to work with; it works with both sci-fi and fantasy.

I love the Good Folk; I respect them; I believe that they're always around, somewhere.