Just click your heels three times

Dorothy Gale
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D: Oh please, A, not a post about your obsession with that girl and her sparkly red shoes.

A: They’re really silver, but Ms. Garland did make the red ones iconic. I have a few pairs myself. Did you know, when I was little, I thought I was Dorothy?

D: I wondered why there was a little dog up here.

A: And I made my mother glitter a pair of my mary-janes.

D: That does not surprise me at all.

A: It really shouldn’t. There’s a reason I found a home at Kalmbach.

D: I thought it was because it was a publishing house.

A: Well, yeah, that’s what I tell people. But really, it’s the sparkle. It reaches down to us in customer service – they can hear it in our voices. (Unless you’re a train enthusiast, and then it’s the steam engines/diesels/something or another/insert your favorite here.)

D: So the show is going well, then.

A: Fan-sparkle-tastic.

D: I have no purpose here.

A: What, you don’t like a little razzle-dazzle? What do you call all those facial and arm adornments, the clasp on your cloak and the embroidery on that flashy tunic you wear while you tell the tale? Hm?

D: They don’t sparkle, A.

A: Same idea, D. If I recall, you seemed to like Niamh’s sparkle.

D: That’s magic, and it’s different. Are you insinuating–

A: It is not different: sparkle is the mortal way of having magic, D. You should know that. You need to go back to Druid School.

D: Druid School?

A: Druid School. Cheer up, D. Have a cookie.

The Druid Tells the Tale:

Razzle-Dazzle indeed. I pretend not to understand the crazy world A inhabits, but Amazon would really like to downgrade both your intelligence and your common sense. Read Green Embers’ opinion piece and visit the Legends of Windemere for a real-life example of this ridiculous practice.

A: And for a little more sparkle in your world, read Being the Memoirs of Helena Hann-Basquait, Dilettante. Her unique take on nursery rhymes were a particular delight!

(And, to tease D about Niamh’s sparkle, read on! A!! It wasn’t like that! Muah-hahahaha, payback is mine!)

. . . Colorful hangings, woven by Niamh’s mother, graced the walls. A few, Dubh noted, were newer. These were Niamh’s own, then.

“You’ve gotten better,” he remarked, pointing at one, its tones of rose, yellow and blue twisting a pattern that shifted as he watched. It trapped him in its weave, telling a story. Dubh tore his eyes from it. He didn’t have time for the tales it could tell.

“Sit, Dubh, please. Glowering at the tapestry will not help you find Sean and Maureen any faster.”

“So you know?”

“I know, and I’m not the only one. We felt it, your waking. It has been so long. We thought them all gone from your world, thought you were the last one. It was powerful, Dubh.”

He turned and regarded Niamh closely. Her golden hair was twisted in tight braids and within the intricate weave were glimmering stones. Bits of magic that looked like flowers, but sparkled as she moved, crowned the head that barely came to his chest. She was a woman grown, and she knew power.

“Then you know what happened? You know what I did . . .”

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Published by Katie Sullivan

Descended of pirates and revolutionaries, Katie Sullivan is a lover and student of all things Irish. Born in the States, she is a dual US/Irish citizen, and studied history and politics at University College, Dublin – although, at the time, she seriously considered switching to law, if only so she could attend lectures at the castle on campus. She lives in Milwaukee with her daughter, two cats and a pesky character in her head named D (but you can call him Dubh). Her first series, The Changelings Saga, a young adult historical fantasy trilogy is available on Amazon. She can be found writing with said character at her blog, The D/A Dialogues.

22 thoughts on “Just click your heels three times

  1. Hi! I know this is somewhat off-topic however I
    had to ask. Does running a well-established blog such as yours
    require a large amount of work? I’m brand new to running a blog but I do write in my journal everyday. I’d like to start a blog so I can easily share my personal experience and views online.
    Please let me know if you have any kind of ideas or tips for brand new aspiring bloggers.
    Appreciate it!

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    1. Hey there – If you write in a journal every day, then it’s likely the burden (such as it is) of blogging won’t be difficult. I don’t find it terrible, but I underestimated the time that would go into cultivating an audience, as well as the time that went into just thinking about the whole thing! I’m still new myself – only been doing it for three-four months. I’d say peruse like-minded people, but really just be yourself and take it one day at a time!

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  2. You all even make me smile at 430 am when I haven’t had a wink of sleep! I love how you do your shout outs!! Getting more and more addicted!! 🙂

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      1. I got a couple of hours then off to work with me. Wish I could click my heels 3 times to sleep! lol

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      1. Agreed. By the way, I was wondering if you ever wanted to do a guest blog for my blog. Write about anything, I can ask you a question, or you can just have a fun conversation with D. Probably wouldn’t go up for a week or two. Would you be interested?

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      2. Sure, Charles – that would be lovely. Thank you!

        How about you ask D and I a question and we’ll riff off of that. My brain is a little bead-obsessed (not that i’m a beader, it’s just hard to avoid it at the moment!) and thinking outside the box is not my specialty right now.

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      3. There are – they’re a little series-centric, but they are there. That might be kind of fun – give D a bit of a run for his money. In case you haven’t noticed, I love to give D a good tweak now and again . . . or always. 🙂

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  3. Being name-dropped in a conversation between a fictional Druid and his creator? One more thing to check off my bucket list, darling! Your flattery is always appreciated.

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