In Darkness, Let Your Fire Be Light!

Can you smell it…

feel it…

hear it…

the scent of autumn dancing in your bones… the chant of October, whispering… (October always whispers), “I’m adept at the powerful-but-forgotten art of lifting spirits”? Can you sense the fiercest bit of you, the one that makes you You, singing (shouting and shouting), “When things go bad, make them good… bite into life, let fate feel the magic that is you”?

I do, sense it… and I bite into life—teeth sharp, soul willing…

…and I write. Sometimes, I do it with others. Let me show you:

If you could read the thoughts of your wickedest Dream, what would your Dream write about you? Rommy and I pondered the question (with all the seriousness it deserved) and shared our findings at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads. Go ahead, take a look-see.

I’m a journal and notepad hoarder. And like all stationery-loving dragons, I often delight in my stash. Yesterday, as I adoringly went through my paper-hoard (I want to handwrite my entries to Hedgewitch’s Friday 55), I ran into this giggler of a note (quite mad, indeed):

About Witches in Fiction 2017…
…yes, my Wicked Luvs, there will be a Witches in Fiction this year. Give me a week or more (I need to tweak a detail or three), then I will have an announcement post for you.

To those who asked about October publication, the answer is no. Apologies… But don’t be too upset with me, I will publish something hot and deep *cough* to warm our winter.

That’s it for now, my Luvs. Why don’t you delight me with some bright bits of you? Any yummy plans for the fall? Have you been keeping safe? Are you crafting?

Be fiercely you.

Be wild (if you want).

Do it with others (if you can).

And remember… in darkness, let your fire be light!

Pumpkin Chili, Laughter, Masks and Skull Mayhem

The last few days have been a delicious blur. I did some Halloween decorating, dreamed about my little brother at least thrice… such wonderful dreams that burst with laughter and familiar mayhem. I danced, cooked and shared great food with family and friends. My urban witchy garden fully embraced the season. The pain squatting in my flesh and bones wasn’t a bastard at all. I ate meat and I didn’t get sick (I used one of the three to five diet cheating days I allow myself every year); there is some discomfort, but no intense tummy pain. And the night of All Hallows’ Eve was quite perfect. Here is the visual tale:
All Hallows' Eve 2015, Magaly (1)

Pumpkin and Black-Eyed Peas Chili (Um… who forgot to write down the recipe? *sigh*).
All Hallows' Eve 2015, Magaly (2)

Carrot and Pineapple Cake (the Little Princess requested a healthy but yummy treat).
All Hallows' Eve 2015, Magaly (3)
All Hallows' Eve 2015, Magaly (4)
All Hallows' Eve 2015, Magaly (5)
All Hallows' Eve 2015, Magaly (6)
All Hallows' Eve 2015, Magaly (7)
All Hallows' Eve 2015, Magaly (8)I’ve no idea who drove that huge knife into the Carrot and Pineapple Cake’s skull *cough*.
All Hallows' Eve 2015, Magaly (9)