Fairy Tale vs. Fairytale

I know in the proper vernacular fairy tale is two words. A fairy tale.  A fairy that tells tales. Tales as told by fairies. And so on.

But for me it can only be one word. Fairytale. The singular word embodies more than a story. It’s an entire fantastical life. It breathes a happily ever after. It’s the grown version of fairy tale. No longer a child’s dream and a frog prince, now it’s strong men and stronger women working toward the same happily ever after.

(Believe it or not, these lovely gowns are actually gowns! NightGowns. Or NightRails to be more precise)

(Believe it or not, these lovely gowns are actually gowns! NightGowns. Or NightRails to be more precise)

It’s more than a glass slipper and singing birds.

It’s a romantic interlude. A softly spoken declaration. An overindulgence of love.

It’s a romance.

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It’s a dance. A kiss. A throbbing pulse. A reason to breathe.

It’s true in the moment and a healthy distraction.

It’s the best of fiction and non-fiction combined.

It’s word play and role play. Farce and fantasy. And sometimes in the best of times, it’s a true love story.

It’s why I write romance and why I read romance. Because I believe in the Happily Ever After.

The fairytale.

~Shannon

 

 

Come believe with me. Read from the book boudoir. Or share a shelf with me on goodreads. What’s your favorite love story?

Braver than you think...

I look at my computer calendar and it's definitely 2018. I'm sure it will be another month or two before I get a current paper calendar for the wall. 

Everyone anticipates a new year. We set resolutions that often fail and sometimes don't. I'm not a big fan of resolutions. I don't need a daily reminder that I'm lagging behind. But I am a believer in goal setting. Small goals, big goals, creative goals, and out of reach goals.

My goal this year is to grow my newsletter. I haven't a clue how to do this except to keep trying and reading and moving. Survivors never stop moving, either physically or emotionally. I read books and articles. I ask friends and I pray A LOT. 

Writing  is a lonely affair of the heart. It hurts. It's isolating. It's nerve racking and it's disappointing, much of the time. But when it's not these things, it's oh so good.

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2018 feels like a marathon year for me. It's the year I must make some huge decisions like whether to continue pursuing indie publishing or tackle the traditional route. Either way I plan to have a publishing date by the end of summer.

My husband keeps telling me "fake it till you make it". While I'm considering his words I will rest upon one of my favorite conversations between Pooh and Piglet. "You are braver than you believe."

Happy 2018
~Shannon

p.s. If you're a reader please friend me on goodreads. I'd love to share bookshelves with you.