Where faeries live

Sometimes myths and fairy tales and all things mythic can get a bit heavy—steeped in history, filled with tradition, offering glimpses of mysteries. But today I’m visiting the lighter side.

I can’t help myself. This week, thanks to the wonderful Tara, I am obsessed with faerie houses. And arbors. And doors (oh how I love the doors!). And little, tiny furniture and plants…I want to build a faerie realm in my studio. I already have some lovely fairy dolls, although they are too large in scale for the houses and furniture I’ve been looking at, so I may need more (oh darn?). And I’ve already made plans for a high shelf to hold my various decorative treasures, like my miniature cottages. What could be more perfect than adding some decorative silk vines and hiding faerie houses and furniture in the middle?

Then there are the faerie wings. I am serious contemplating taking another class at Joggles to learn to make faerie wings so I can tuck them in amongst the foliage and maybe hang them off the edge of the shelf, too. (And, oh yes, there will be photos when it’s done.)

So, none of this has anything to do with mythic fiction or myths or fairy tales or even writing. Or at least that’s how things seem at first glance. But actually, this does have a lot to do with my writing. I am creating a space in my studio that is playful and whimsical and fills me with glee and visions of faerie and other mythic creatures. And what better starting place could there be for writing mythic fiction?

On that note, I will leave you with something much closer to my usual mythic fiction topics: J. Corsentino’s Time of the Faeries. Beautiful, edgy, urban faeries just waiting for the next story to happen.

And now I’m off to look at more faerie houses. Enjoy the links!

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