Off on our travels again...

[rflong]

This time just to the UK tomorrow to stay with family. I'm taking a day to go down to the Friars at Aylesford and see the library there. I'm really looking forward to that.

The quest for "was" continued last night. I'm almost half way through. Problem is I will then have to go back and look for "felt"s and "seem"s and "had"s. Oh joy. This is going to take longer than I thought. But as I started...

Got a very nice rejection on The Wrecker's Daughter from Shimmer, complimentary on the story as a different and welcome take on the selkie legend. I sent is out again to Heliotrope, so we will see how fast they get back to me this time. Last story had a pretty fast turnaround - under a day I seem to remember! :D Still, fingers crossed. I believe strongly in this story and really want to find it a good home.

Why am I referring to my stories more and more like stray cats? Hmmm...

Gracie paused by the door and ran her fingers over the sealskin on the wall. Sarah said it belonged to their mother, the only thing they had left of her, and every time Gracie passed it, it called for her touch. She pulled her shawl from the hook and wrapped it around her shoulders, fastening it with a silver brooch. Her love, Jarlaith had brought her the beautiful enamel inlaid jewellery from his first trip to Constantinople. She lifted the latch on the kitchen door and slipped out into the night, closing the door silently in her wake, careful not to disturb the household.

The breeze tugged jealously at the shawl and the brooch, but Jarlaith’s love held it firm. No wind spirit would harm her tonight. She felt his ship approaching on the sea, heard the song of the ocean. The sea was rising, and on nights like this nothing in the world could harm her. The thought almost made her laugh, but she knew that a noise so close to the house, even on a night like this, might to reach her father's keen ears and the last thing she wanted was him on her tail.