Our “dragony” Christmas is on its way, and to celebrate, we are spreading our dragons all over the place. Throughout the holiday season, our books, including our news Sneaky Dragon, can be found at these great spots around Richmond:
The other day we were both feeling a bit scorchish, and we began to imagine that all of us are really dragons parading around as people. So we decided to write about our flamy imaginings. Here’s Glenda’s take.
It was a good thing it rained yesterday–yesterday, when I was out walking in my “neighborhood” over by the construction site. A new building is going up and everything is a big, muddy mountain of dirt. The workers throw the trash from their lunches onto the sidewalk and the street. Bottles, chip bags, Styrofoam containers, plastic bags are everywhere. And I was out and about, traipsing over this collection of artifacts. I was steamed but I ignored it.
But then, I tripped on the bag of concrete and the detour sign, left on the sidewalk–blocking my way. So I let loose. I couldn’t stop myself. My nose grew hot, my jaw opened. I threw a flame that melted their misplaced sign–melted it into a puddle of plastic–orange and black. Gone. Humph! “That feels better,” I thought.
It’s a good thing that rain cloud burst and put out the fire on the fence. The chain-link fence was about to melt away, too, which would have made the police cruiser passing by, stop and nail me for larceny. As it turned out, the officer didn’t see a thing–not my dragon self, anyway. He saw only the little old lady making her way down the sidewalk, gray hair–smoking a little.
My advice to you is: Watch it. Don’t cross me. I’m a dragon after all, and I’m feeling testy these days.
One Christmas a dragon showed up to help with the preparations. Things got a little out of hand. Even the cat was worried. In the end the Christmas Dragon’s special gift brought a new perspective to the holiday hustle and bustle.
Umbrellas everywhere, black, black and white striped, yellow, red–moving down the passage ways, walkways, arms holding them high in the air. The ground is saturated, the smell of wet grass heavy in the air. From the VMFA cafe, we see all this as we meet to write about white foxes and camouflage.
Janie and I are back at the VMFA for our weekly meetings, to write. Last year we switched to a fun cafe/grocery store in Carytown just to mix it up. There was a lot of energy at our new location–Ellwood Thompson–to be precise. We ordered coffee or tea as the mood suited us and sometimes a snack–very organic, very healthy. The energy was good but distracting, so we’re back at the museum.
At the museum, there’s Cloe, the amazing sculpture that we never tire of looking at through the windows of the Best Cafe. And if we fancy a glass of wine, well we can have one. (Not to be misleading, Ellwood Thompson has a wine bar, too).
We’ve talking about putting some of the starts of the stories that we write on this blog and ask you to finish them. Often what we write is just a beginning of something.
This past Wednesday was Independence Day, so we didn’t meet. And I was too busy cooking on the grill and watching fireworks to jot a single sentence.
P.S. We have a new dragon story…a sneaky dragon, no less.