Dragon Monday

Once again, I’m sitting at my desk, contemplating dragons. Their physical appearance, their diet, their habitat, how to kill them, dragon bums (I kid you not), gendered dragons. Yesterday afternoon I skimmed through Book 1 of Spenser’s The Faerie Queene. Yesterday evening I read three different versions of Sigurd the dragon slayer (Poetic Edda, Prose Edda, Saga of the Volsungs). (By now I’m a teensy bit tired of dragons.)

Every once in a while I walk downstairs and step into our backyard to spend a few precious moments basking in the sun. More often than not, I disturb Mr and Mrs Duck, who are still trying to decide whether our fish pond would make a good place where to build their nest and raise their young. And more often than not, I simply don’t have the heart to tell them that they’re not wanted in our fish pond.

Then I have to go back to the dragons. *sigh*

I miss my Regency heroes, my own stories. I miss seeing characters come alive under my fingers, miss stepping into worlds which are filled with the sounds of carriage wheels crunching over gravel. I miss watching my characters suffer, wrestling with their emotions and with their faults, before I can finally push them on towards their happy ending. I miss the satisfaction of making them solve their problems so they can finally commit wholeheartedly to their partner and their relationship. *sigh*

2 thoughts on “Dragon Monday

  1. Rhoda @ Southern Hospitality

    Hi, Sandy, all the way in Germany! Thank you for stopping by. I just love your red/white plates too. so pretty! I have a few of those that I hang on the walls, but this brown set is my first real set. I know you love yours too. Gorgeous with your red sofa.

Comments are closed.