Tuesday, June 13, 2017

You Talk Funny #OurAuthorGang

The bilingual story of Pico, the Pesky Parrot

Sarah, Emma’s mom, promised to bird-sit Pico for two weeks but soon regrets her decision because the noisy parrot keeps screeching and squawking all day, annoying her family and the neighbors. When Pico makes a mess of Emma’s room, Emma gets very angry, but her friends help her. Charlotte notices that Pico seems sad, and Pedro finds out why Pico is shrieking so loudly all the time. The parrot is frustrated because nobody pays attention to him, and nobody understands what he wants.

A little background to this story

Working as a nurse in the US the past twenty-eight years, having an accent always helped braking the ice with young children who were afraid and nervous when brought to the hospital. "You talk funny. I like it," they would say distracted by my accent and paying less attention to the needle in my hand.

But the first few months, after we moved to the US, were difficult. I had a hard time communicating with people and had to use the dictionary to look up even basic words. Most of my neighbors and coworkers were patient and most helpful. But sadly, I experienced isolation, discrimination, as well as ridicule from some people. It felt like as if my 158 IQ and my good communication skills were reduced to being a "retard" and I learned the words, "*** foreigner" in the first few days on the job working in a restaurant as a dishwasher.

Thanks to my bulldog nature not to let go and keep going, and to my ability to adopt and learn fast, within two months I spoke English at a conversational level, and I advanced my language skills to the level of publishing my first book in 2013.

Young children are open, compassionate and don't judge others by origin, color, or appearance, they either like the person, or not. They learn to judge others later by listening to adults and watching them the way talk about and treat others. They also learn the value of friendship and family from stories.

The purpose of this English and Spanish bilingual book is to show children the beauty of another language and that learning a new language is not easy, but with a little compassion and help from others, it could be fun.

The story also delivers a message that when we don’t take the time to listen to each other, we tend to judge others quickly before we get to know them.

he book in this magazine style presentation

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After all the frustration and misunderstanding, the story has a happy ending:



ENGLISH

A week later the children saw Molly arriving in a taxi. They went to meet her in the plaza by her favorite bench under the big old tree.
As soon as Pico spotted the old lady he started screeching, “Helllo Mollyy! Wellcomzz homzz!”
Molly looked at her bird astonished and asked the children, “Did he just say my name and welcome home? Did you teach my bird to talk?”
Pedro giggled. “He was speaking all along, but he could only speak Spanish. Now he can speak a little English too.”
“Oh, my!” Molly cried out. “The poor bird was trying to talk to me.”
“The truth is,” Emma confessed, “that I was very angry at Pico for all the noise he made until Charlotte figured it out that he wanted something and Pedro understood what he was saying. We didn’t know that he’s such a smart bird.”
“Yes, I didn’t know either,” Molly sighed. “Sometimes we don’t listen to each other and quickly judge others without getting to know them. We should take the time.” She sat down on the bench turning to Pedro. “Could you teach me Spanish?”
“Yes, of course, it will be fun,” Pedro replied.

SPANISH

Una semana más tarde los niños vieron a Molly llegar en un taxi. Fueron a su encuentro para reunirse con ella en la plaza, junto a su banco favorito y bajo el viejo, gran árbol.
En cuanto Pico vió a la abuelita, empezó a parlotear:
—¡Helllo Mollyy! Wellcomzz homzz!
Molly miró a su pájaro atónita y les pregunto a los niños:
—¿Ha dicho mi nombre y bienvenida a casa? ¿Habéis enseñado a hablar a mi loro?
—Él ha estado hablando todo el tiempo —Pedro rió—, pero sólo sabía hablar español. Ahora también puede hablar un poco de inglés.
—¡Madre mía! —Molly exclamó— El pobre pájaro intentaba hablar conmigo.
—Lo cierto es que yo estaba muy enfadada con Pico por todo el ruido que hacía hasta que Charlotte se imaginó que él quería algo, y Pedro entendió lo que decía. No sabíamos que era un pájaro tan listo —Emma confesó.
Molly les miró detenidamente.
—Si, yo tampoco lo sabía. A veces no nos escuchamos los unos a los otros y juzgamos rápidamente sin tomarnos la molestia de conocernos. Deberíamos tomarnos nuestro tiempo —Se sentó en el banco y girándose hacia Pedro le preguntó:
—¿Podrías enseñarme español?
—Por supuesto, será divertido —contestó Pedro.

This fun bilingual story is available in eBook and print

The teachers said

"As a former ESL teacher, I was impressed by author Erika’s bilingual story about a pesky parrot and wondered why books like this one (written in both English and Spanish at many reading levels and interest ranges) were not available when I was teaching." ~Bette A. Stevens

"Pico the Pesky Parrot is an adorable story that teaches a strong message of compassion, community, and communication." ~Janet Balletta


About the translator of this story

Carmen G. Monterde was born in Barcelona and works as an English teacher and group leader with students of all ages.” That was not easy in Spain for my generation when it came to learning a second language, what´s more, we didn´t have the tools our children have nowadays. And yet, I still think there are two key points that can lead us to bilingualism: motivation and reading. But you have to start when they are young, teaching them  that English is not only a subject to pass at "school", but  a form of communication that opens many doors, including millions of stories we find in books, movies, songs, and so on. The day will come that we have to sit down and talk with them about the professional world and those things that the youngest ones, encourage them so little”

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Erika M Szabo via Google+

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Sometimes we don’t listen to each other and quickly judge others without getting to know them.
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Today on A Small Gang of Authors author, illustrator, publisher, and my friend and collaborator, Erika M. Szabo , gives us insight into why she writes for children, why she writes bilingual books, and let's us get a glimpse her own life, as well. She also gives us some excerpts from one of her children's books. Check it out, please! #OurAuthorGang
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A splendid publishing idea, Erika, that I hope garners a lot of attention. This book concept serves so many useful functions while not violating its compact with potential readers as a vehicle for entertainment. Highly commendable. The tutorial on the cognitive benefits of multilingualism brings a scientific basis to something we've always intuited. Like any good exercise in brain functions, learning to discern in multiple languages has benefits beyond communication and humanistic/cultural understanding. The brain's ability to fight off decrepitude is enhanced. Wonderful. Makes me wistful over having lost the facility I once possessed for speaking English/Polish in a bilingual household that lost its immigrant roots over time. And to further lament that I have *sniff* no one to speak Latin with on a daily basis---O, mihi lachrimae! Kudos for this book idea and multipurpose story.
 
Thank you Ted! Growing up in Hungary it was natural that people spoke multiple languages. My mother was a business woman and she spoke five languages at conversational level. I constantly heard Polish, Romanian, Slovak, German, Russian words around me and when I listened to the conversation, I could pretty much guess what they were talking about. Since I moved to the US, I rarely speak other than Hungarian and English, therefore, I would have difficulties understanding the languages that I was familiar with, today. But, I'm sure that with a little practice it would come back. My mom told me once, "The more languages you learn, the more cultures you get to know and grow to respect."
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Speaking another language or two or even three or more no matter how well, was considered an asset in my country. I was shocked to find out that's not the same on this continent. Yet, those who speak French have the doors open to many jobs in Canada, especially when applying for the government positions. When it comes to book reviewers, they seem quick to point out errors in the book to authors with foreign names, yet, I read their books and could say the same. I'm super diligent about catching the errors but somehow people seem to find them no matter how many times I proofread my work. I just don't know anymore. Things could be said in different ways in English and their way isn't correct any more than my is wrong. These 'reviewers' and critiquers are usually monolingual. So, embrace your bi or multi lingual and enjoy it. It's been proven time and again that it's beneficial. And yes, I remember studying early childhood education where bilingual was listed as disability, the correct wording was ESL as in English as Second Language. I hope this is no longer seen as disability but rather the advantage.
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Speaking two or more languages is certainly not a disability :) Discrimination is learned and it is very hard to break. Those people thought to feel superior to others who don't have the same beliefs, color or ethnicity. They don't even attempt to know the person behind the accent or racial appearance, they automatically put that person they learned to hate and looked down on in a box that is reserved for unworthy people in their minds. Some of them are willing to change, others don't even try because the negative feelings were installed by their parents so deeply that they're not able to change it. Too bad for them, they miss out on meeting a lot of wonderful people
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True that, Erika.
 
Wow, Erika! Hat's off to you. What an inspiration!
 
Thank you Mary Anne :)
 
Thank you for your insight into growing up in America not being able to speak English. It was really fun learning this about you and I understand now why you wrote books in Spanish and English. I would love to have my book someday available in Spanish since the spells I created for my book are based on the Spanish alphabet.
 
Sounds intriguing ;)
 
What an amazing achievement Erika. To write and publish a bi-lingual book is no mean feat and must have been a hard slog. Discrimination is everywhere and I'm pleased that you triumphed.
 
Thank you Rick! Unfortunately it's true that discrimination is everywhere. Being treated by some people as a foreigner in the country I chose to live in is just a very small part of it. People who lack compassion and knowledge reject others because they're not exactly like them. They might ridicule skin color, ethnicity, beliefs, being overweight or very skinny, they treat people with psoriasis, burn scars or deformity and disability like lepers, just because they refuse to educate themselves. Yes, it's easier to make fun of something they know very little about than learn about the person or condition they're making fun of.
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Excellent commentary. I also have an accent, so I know firsthand what it is to be discriminated because of the way I speak. I learned British English at school, so that it’s what I spoke when I went to the US. Granted, I spoke British English with a Spanish accent, so I confused Americans even more. When my granddaughter was in first grade I use to go every Wednesday to her school and read to her class. None of those children made fun of me. They all thought I talked funny, however none of them judged me. Nevertheless, they all understood every word I said and all of them loved my readings.
 
Thank you Cristina! British English with a Spanish accent must sound unique and interesting! Yes, kids are not born with the ability to judge, discriminate or make fun of others, they learn it from the adults around them.
 
Fantastic article, Erika. I learned a few things about you I didn't know, and gained new insight into why you write bilingual stories for children and young adults. I grew up in a bilingual family, but the Sicilian dialect I was speaking when I was 3 and 4 was soon forgotten by the time I was 5 or 6, as I started to learn English so I could go to school with the other 'Mericano kids. Growing up in a Sicilian neighborhood, I did not encounter anything more than a lot of street-fights between the Italians and Sicilians. But when I left "the hood" and started working, I met a lot of people who did not like my ethnic group, which really shocked me. Today I watch my 3rd and 4th generation cousins playing with their multi-ethnic and multi-racial groups of friends, and it's wonderful because this is not discouraged as it was in my day, and it's the best for the kids: they do not judge others the way so many adults do. The bad words among these kids are not the "swear words" --- they are the ethnic and racial slurs, which they will not tolerate. I truly envy anyone who can speak more than one language, and especially those who have mastered English as a second language. That's my Dad's family: Sicilian first, English second. Bravo, Erika -- and thank you for showing me how special and fun it is to write for kids.
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Thank you Joe! Things change quickly but people need time to change. It's so wonderful to hear that your young cousins don't have to face the discrimination you did as a child. Their grandparents changed a little and their parents changed more and showed example to their kids not to judge people because of their ethnicity, color, or just because they learning a new language and they "talk funny"
 
Thank you Tima Maria! Yes, times change but some people don't. They feel the need to ridicule someone so they can feel better about themselves. They can't help it, that's what they learned growing up. Children who didn't learn to hate yet need stories to shows them that with a little compassion, we can make this world a better place.
 
Fabulous reason to write a bilingual book, Erika. My own family experienced the same as you when they emigrated from the Czech Republic to Australia in 1950. Seems nothing much has changed no matter where you go.

Saturday, June 10, 2017

Keep Calm and Fart Rainbows




As Charles Dickens writes in A Tale of Two Cities: "It was the best of times, it was the worst of times." The same could be said for being an indie author nowadays, living in an exciting time where we're free to write and publish our own stories without having to rely on the arbitrary approval of traditional publishers. But it also means we're responsible for all our own marketing and publicity, dealing with reader expectations, good and bad reviews and piracy.

Then, there's the issue of free books.
Don't readers understand that asking authors to give away our books is destroying our livelihoods? I wonder if they really care? Between the freeloaders and the pirate sites downloading our books illegally, there's not much chance of earning a crust in this job. But then, since most people see writing as a hobby, I guess they reckon we don't need to be paid.
We can live on air, right? And of course, everyone knows the pixies pay the mortgage, authors don't have families that eat and unicorns fart rainbows.
Ah, the wonderful world of readers' illusions.
Unless this culture of entitlement changes, I can see more and more writers quitting the business. Why put all that time, effort and money into writing, editing, polishing and marketing a book only for it to be either stolen or ignored by the general reading public until they can grab it for free?
In the four years I've been published, my sales have bottomed out. By now, with 4 books out, I should be selling 4-8 books/day. Instead, I'm lucky to get 1-2 sales/day.
And it's not as if my books are invisible.
 

According to the experts, I'm doing all the right things - offering my short story (Laura's Locket) for FREE, and Book One (BloodGifted) for only 99c; an active social media presence; a fantastic number of genuine followers on twitter (even a bunch of Russian and Asian hookers, bless their little pearly G-strings. Guess they like reading paranormal romance in their spare time!); a website with a blog, and I'm even on Instagram posting pretty pics that take me hours to create or locate in hope somebody might like it enough to check out my profile - yet the results are enough to turn even a unicorn's rainbow poop brown.
 

And paid marketing sites aren't as effective as they used to be.
 

This has never happened before. My cover and blurb are just the same, so I can't blame the lack of sales on that.
Nope, the book world is changing.
With so many free books saturating the market, it's freeloader heaven. Why pay? And that pricey $3.99 book readers are dying to get their hands on? Well, they can simply download it from a myriad pirate sites while sipping their $5 Starbucks coffee.
And they say it's the best time to be a writer.
I suppose that depends on your point of view.


If you haven't yet read my Dantonville Legacy Series, and would like to support an indie author,  here's your chance 😊
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Wednesday, June 7, 2017

Introducing Historical Fantasy author, Mary Anne Yarde #HistFic #OurAuthorGroup


Why I wrote The Du Lac Chronicles…

By

Mary Anne Yarde



I grew up in the land of myths. In the early morning, I would watch transfixed as the Fata Morgana, the mist, rose up over the ancient Isle of Avalon. The only thing visible was the Tor, and that floated on a sea of clouds. Growing up near Glastonbury it was easy to believe in King Arthur, and his Knights, all I had to do was look around, and there he was.


Arthur is timeless. It matters not if he was a general in the Roman Army or a Dark Age warlord. What matters is that he fought for his people, for God, and for his knights. As a child, I was captivated by the stories of Arthur. He was everything heroic. Everything good. But, there was one aspect of the story that I never really understood. King Arthur’s final battle was at a place called Camlann, and it was there that he was fatally wounded. His famous sword was thrown back into the lake, never to be seen again, and that was the end of it. No more King, no more Knights —although there was a vague promise that Arthur would rise again if England were in peril. Ironically, with the death of Arthur, Briton was left defenceless against the Saxon invaders and the rest, as they say, is history. I hate that ending. It is too abrupt, too final. Not all the knights died at Camlann, if we believe the tale, Lancelot wasn’t even there, so what on earth happened to them? The great poets, of the Middle Ages, gave us an answer. The knights disappeared, entered monasteries and became hermits. The story is wrapped up. There is no more to tell.
 
Monasteries? Hermits? Really?


The Death of Arthur, by John Garrick (1862)

Something was wrong here. So I started to research the life and times of King Arthur. However, Arthur is a phantom, a ghost, living between two worlds. He is both a factual man and a myth. Separating the two is difficult, almost impossible. But then I got distracted. A name kept popping up, and I became intrigued, and my research went off in another direction.

I became very interested in a Saxon called Cerdic. Cerdic’s life was extraordinary, he landed in Hampshire at the end of the fifth Century, and then he got to work. He wasn’t content with conquering the one kingdom. He was ambitious, he wanted it all, and for the most part, he got it. Cerdic became the first West-Saxon King of Britain, if, you believe The Anglo Saxon Chronicles. Quite an achievement.



But here is where it got interesting for me because the legend tell us that this was the time of Arthur. History clashes with myth and the results are interesting. Some even go as far as saying Cerdic’s army and Arthur’s met at Badon Hill. As a writer, I could run with this idea. I asked myself why not mix the historical with Arthurian legend?

The Du Lac Chronicles series follows — through the eyes of Lancelot du Lac’s sons — Cerdic of Wessex’s campaign to become High King. The world the du Lac’s had known was to be changed forever by this one man’s determination to enslave the kingdoms under the Saxon yolk. In my story, the spirit of Arthur lives on and these men, these knights, do not die easily, and they certainly do not become hermits!


About the book…


A generation after Arthur Pendragon ruled, Briton lies fragmented into warring kingdoms and principalities.

Eighteen-year-old Alden du Lac ruled the tiny kingdom of Cerniw. Now he half-hangs from a wooden pole, his back lashed into a mass of bloody welts exposed to the cold of a cruel winter night. He’s to be executed come daybreak—should he survive that long.

When Alden notices the shadowy figure approaching, he assumes death has come to end his pain. Instead, the daughter of his enemy, Cerdic of Wessex, frees and hides him, her motives unclear.

Annis has loved Alden since his ill-fated marriage to her Saxon cousin—a marriage that ended in blood and guilt—and she would give anything to protect him. Annis’s rescue of Alden traps them between a brutal Saxon king and Alden’s remaining allies. Meanwhile, unknown forces are carefully manipulating the ruins of Arthur’s legacy.

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About Mary Anne Yarde


Mary Anne Yarde is the Award Winning author of the International Best Selling Series — The Du Lac Chronicles. Set a generation after the fall of King Arthur, The Du Lac Chronicles takes you on a journey through Dark Age Briton and Brittany, where you will meet new friends and terrifying foes. Based on legends and historical fact, The Du Lac Chronicles is a series not to be missed.

Born in Bath, England, Mary Anne Yarde grew up in the southwest of England, surrounded and influenced by centuries of history and mythology. Glastonbury — the fabled Isle of Avalon — was a mere fifteen-minute drive from her home, and tales of King Arthur and his knights were part of her childhood.

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Tuesday, June 6, 2017

A Small Gang of Authors: The Beauty and Usefulness of the Ancient Flower La...

A Small Gang of Authors: The Beauty and Usefulness of the Ancient Flower La...: Author Erika M Szabo http://www.authorerikamszabo.com In my romantic fantasy series,  The Ancestors' Secrets , nearly every ch...

The Beauty and Usefulness of the Ancient Flower Language


Author Erika M Szabo

In my magical realism fantasy series, The Ancestors' Secrets, nearly every chapter starts with a flower and its meaning in the Ancient Flower Language that I learned from my grandmother.




My Grandmother, Rozalia, was born in 1892 in a small town of Hungary. She often told me stories about the times when she was a young girl and a young woman. They didn't have the freedom to date openly and most weren't even allowed to express who they wanted to marry.

But, young women and men were very inventive and they found the way to communicate their fondness and thoughts with each other under the watchful eyes of their parents and chaperones.

When a young man spotted a young lady with a chaperone that he liked, he followed them home, and from then on, he communicated his feelings to her with hidden notes and flowers. When fresh flowers weren't available, they used drawings and paintings, or dry-pressed flowers.

When the young man left snowdrops and lotus flowers for his lady, she new that her suitor is hoping that she's at the age when he could start courting her openly. With this combination of flowers he asked her permission to approach her parents.

Photo credit Pixabay.com

The young lady replied with marigold and pansy, which meant that she's dealing with some inner conflict but thinking about it. Although at this point in the relationship she most likely wanted to say yes or even shout her happiness from the rooftop, but out of modesty, first she let him know that she's seriously considering his offer.

Photo credit Pixabay.com

I added some of the flower language meanings to the chapter heading in my romantic fantasy, alternate history, magical realism novel series that is suitable for young adults as well. Some readers love this added special touch, others don't like it. Judge it for yourself.

Read Chapter 24
Pansy - Thoughts


Elza's Diary

The flower of the simple pansy represents thoughts. Thoughts can be deep, fleeting, disturbing, happy and sad, or life-altering and so on. As we sometimes say, “A penny for your thoughts” when trying to figure out what others think. My thoughts at that point were lightning fast, and they were ready to strike like an angry cobra.

Dear diary,
Today was a disaster. I was waiting up for Ilona, desperate to talk to her. There were so many things that were confusing and unexpected; it was way over my head. Ilona wasn’t opening up so I couldn’t tell her things that she needed to know. I knew I had to tell her the most important information, despite the pain I was facing and had to find out if she had accepted her ability, or if she was still struggling with it. It hurt too much to bring the subject up, but I couldn’t wait any longer. She showed all the signs of knowing who she was, and what she was capable of doing, but I expected it must have been very hard for her, and I wished I could help. She received her little ones when I gave her a pendant, which caused the ravaging fever in her body. As far as I knew, the “little ones” helped to awaken certain abilities in our bodies, but I can’t find out for sure until I turn sixty and will be allowed more access to the inside knowledge.

I remember when I came of age. First, I had the unexpected fever, and then I started having these dreams that came true, one by one. It scared me enough to tell my mother about them. She was relieved that she could tell me everything because I opened up to her. She told me I was a Seer, and I was just happy to know I wasn’t losing my mind. She explained what she knew and how to control and interpret my dreams. She guided me in the use of herbs to see into the future, and alternate futures, as well. She told me that my birthright was to be a Seer, and my destiny to become a Shaman of our tribe when I reach the age to become an Elder.

My poor Ilona, she has no one to turn to or guide her.
Ema gave me a lot to think about, as well. I still didn’t know how to keep her in the protective circle. She wanted to leave, and I knew I couldn’t let her. The Elders were not to discover - ever - that she existed. When we got back from the hospital, I was surprised by her reaction. I’d talked her into going to the ER where they were supposed to meet. It was a simple plan, and to make sure it would happen, I told Rua to send the dreams. He was very reluctant at first, saying the dreams had a higher purpose and we shouldn’t use them for solving petty and personal problems. It took some pushing and convincing on my part before he agreed, and I was so anxious to see them after the dreams were sent. I had a gut feeling that something was wrong when I saw no hint of recognition on Ema’s face while there was disbelief and shock on Zoltan’s when he saw Ema. I tried to figure out what had gone wrong. Ema wasn’t interested at all, yet Ilona and Zoltan had shown the signs of inner connection as they gazed at each other - it was very puzzling. I thought it over when we got back from the hospital, and Ema retreated into her studio.

The dreams are very powerful, why didn’t they respond to them? For everything that is sweet and holy, please… NO! I felt as if a bomb had dropped on me. I rushed out of the house and found Rua the Dream Weaver in the back, pruning the apple trees. “Rua, you’re an idiot and an incompetent fool.” I watched his mortified face as I called him names.

“What, what did I do?” he stammered in humiliation. He placed his weight on his good leg and stood up tall.

“Seriously. Are you the one asking me? You were supposed to send the dream to Ema, but it appears that Ilona got it instead. Ema was supposed to fall in love with Zoltan the Traveler in her dream, and then meet him at the hospital. I suspect Ema never had the dream, but Ilona did, and she’s the one falling for him. Zoltan looked at Ema - whom he was supposed to fall in love with - as if she was his little sister. But he looked at Ilona as if he had found his life mate. That’s what happened, and that’s what you did wrong, you dumb idiot,” I shouted.

“I don’t know what happened,” Rua stammered confused. “I’ve created a beautiful dream with a sunrise, the sound of soothing water and mountains. I gave Ema a traditional Hun outfit; hair flowing in the breeze, the whole romantic scenery, and I even threw in a horse and the scent of Jasmine for a better effect and sent the dream to Ema’s room. From then on, I had no control over what happened, and I have no idea what went wrong.”

Suddenly, I felt as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over me. Holy crap, then it was entirely my fault. It dawned on me. “Rua, I’m so sorry. I forgot to tell you that Ema and Ilona had switched rooms. You couldn’t have known. You did it right; the dream ended up with the wrong person. Ema was supposed to get it, and it reached Ilona instead. I’m so sorry I yelled at you,” I apologized.

“I can understand that you’re angry, don’t worry about it.”

“I don’t know what to do, I’m stunned. Have you any ideas?”

Throwing up his hands, Rua muttered,” It is way over my head. I’m just a Dream Weaver, for the love of the Father, how should I know what to do?”

“You’re right. It is over our heads.”

I - Elza, the Seer of the Huns - was completely and utterly confused. I sat down and tried to gather my thoughts in order to make sense of what had happened. I’d been examining the future and saw very clearly that it was time. Ema wanted to go to art school, but of course, I couldn’t allow that to happen. She had to stay in the protective circle, close to me. That’s why this future was convenient. She would fall in love with Zoltan. He would be happy working in the hospital, and they would settle down in the house I bought for her a long time ago. I would move in with them, and she would continue to be under my protection, ensuring that nobody finds out she exists.

Dear diary, even you couldn’t understand this. It was a very simple future and a very simple solution. I saw it so clearly. Oh, Majestic Ancestors, what a mess. There is not much I could do, except wait. I know if I tried to interfere, I would just mess things up more. I have to lay low, wait and keep my mouth shut until I could see the future again. I could just kick myself; I’d had one purpose in life, and I’d messed up badly.

I decided to gather herbs and go into a trance at the first opportunity, to see how the future would be affected by this mistake. Ilona must have come home late, and I must have fallen asleep. I woke up in the middle of the night in the living room, covered with a quilt.

Next Tuesday I will post about my Award Winner, bilingual children's book,

Pico, the Pesky Parrot



I hope you enjoyed my post.

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And take a look at my page on this blog HERE

COMMENTS
 
nice article about the languages of flowers
 
Great post, Ericka. Flowers were always used for many different purposes throughout history, including the communication. Flower power all the way.
 
Thank you Zrinka :)
 
Lovely post, and I love the way you incorporated the ancient practice of using flowers to convey messages in your book.
 
Thank you Tima Maria! As with any story, some readers love this special touch, other might think it's lame. I added the flower language as my way of remembering my grandma and her great stories :)
 
Fantastic post, Erika!
 
Thank you Mary Anne!

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