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Summer Shorts #6: The Faery Door
Tales about fairies warn us not to walk through strange doors, but the protagonists do, either unwittingly or out of necessity. The doors are found deep in forests or hidden in caves and look intriguing. I love an interesting door as I’ve mentioned before and I wanted to put a few more I’ve come across this year.
Tales about fairies warn us not to walk through strange doors, but the protagonists do, either unwittingly or out of necessity. The doors are found deep in forests or hidden in caves and look intriguing. I love an interesting door as I’ve mentioned before and I wanted to put a few more I’ve come across this year.






What’s your idea of random beauty?
My Weird Obsession
Back when I hosted a monthly Meet An Indie Author Monday (MAIAM, I love a good palindrome), the first interview I posted was my own. And this was one of the questions:
Writers keep their eyes open for inspiration, which makes us notice a lot more than most. What random piece of everyday beauty do you love?
Back when I hosted a monthly Meet An Indie Author Monday (MAIAM, I love a good palindrome), the first interview I posted was my own. And this was one of the questions:
Writers keep their eyes open for inspiration, which makes us notice a lot more than most. What random piece of everyday beauty do you love?
My answer was, in retrospect, was very subdued because I wanted to keep my responses short and pithy.
Doors. Doors have become so humdrum, so when I walk by a really gorgeous door I can't help but stop. An interesting handle, nice ironwork, a good heavy doorknocker. Sometimes I take a picture.
In truth, I LOVE doors—interesting doors, old doors, oddly-shaped doors, and doors that open with skeleton keys. I recently went on vacation to Switzerland and Bern is a door-lovers paradise!












As someone who writes about fairy tales, I think I’m in search of the door that will take me to another realm even knowing that fairies aren’t exactly known for their hospitality. There’s an allure to a door, a mystique. At least while it stays closed. It’s the embodiment of possibilities.
What mundane thing do you imbue with magical possibilities?
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