Pre-Solstice Friday Fictioneers

We’re one day away from Winter Solstice and the least amount of daylight for the year. However, I walked outside to get the mail this afternoon and thought I’d been transported several months into the future to April. It could be close to 70 on Winter Solstice this year–but climate change is a myth, so some say.

There’s been very little writing going on this week because of holiday baking and cooking and gift-buying, but I’ve managed to add a few scenes to a new project I’ve started. It wasn’t easy to get them out of my head, where they were enjoying a fine old time bouncing around in my imagination, and onto the computer screen, but I managed to do it. I’m not entirely happy with what I’ve written (who is, the first time around), but it’ll get fixed.

Friday Fictioneers LogoOne of my favorite stories as a child was The Little Mermaid–not the Disney movie but the story by Hans Christian Andersen. Mer-people absolutely fascinated me, and like most kids, I was sorely disappointed when I discovered they weren’t real. Today’s Friday Fictioneers photo prompt brought back all the mer-people stories I’ve read over the years and inspired this week’s story, “Fish Out of Water.” As usual if you don’t see the link on the title, scroll to the top of the page, click on the Friday Fictioneers tab, then select the story from the drop down list.

Happy holidays to all, however you celebrate, or not.

Ho, Ho, Ho, Friday Fictioneers!

Friday Fictioneers LogoAs of 0312 this morning, it’s the winter solstice, the least amount of daylight of the year, but a cause for celebration because, after today, the intervals of daylight grow longer until we hit the summer solstice and the most amount of daylight. My people, the Celts, believed the sun stayed still for twelve days after the solstice (possibly the origin of the “12 Days of Christmas” and twelfth night celebrations), and so they dragged a huge, freaking Yule log into their roundhouses and burned it for almost two weeks. I don’t imagine much creative got done in those dark days of winter. Procreative perhaps, but I doubt if the bards came up with any new stories during the twelve days of Yule.

Good thing Friday Fictioneers happens on the first day, then, so we scribes don’t go cower by the Yule log.

Then, again, today is the pending Mayan Apocalypse, so who knows? This could be the final Friday Fictio…..

Ha! Gotcha.

Last Friday was a day from hell, and this week’s Friday Fictioneers for me, then, had to be light and airy, so with an apology to Charles Dickens, I hope you enjoy “Bah Humbug.”

If you don’t see the link on the story’s title, scroll to the top of the page and click on the Friday Fictioneers tab, then select “Bah Humbug” from the drop down list.

And happy holidays to you all!