In the wake of the terrible news from Boston, I almost didn’t write this post. And then I realized, what better time to celebrate the slender yet sweet threads that connect us?
I hope that everyone who reads this will accept all the love and good intentions here, the genuine attempt to overcome the sad with the beauty.
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Hello, my name is Anna. I’m a Dark Fairy Queen.
No…not really. I’m actually just a young woman with an overactive imagination, a passion for writing and for coalescing my own wishes.
I have run several notable flash fiction competitions. You may have heard of one or more of them (Fairy Ring, Once Upon a Time Writing, Faerypin, and Behind the Curtain).
Or, you may have seen me on Twitter, creating havoc with my wombat cannon and my absurdly long and peculiar hashtags (#whozadarkfairynow, #cannibalismforfunandprofit, etc.)
Or you may have seen me on Facebook, flouncing around, caterwauling about one wonderful indie author or another.
Anyway, in the last few years, the aforementioned activities have drawn a little bit of notice from other authors in social media. Many of these people have become dear friends of mine. The catch? I have never met a one. Not one.
I used to angst about this (does this mean we’re really friends? does it matter they don’t know I love Cinnamon Toast Crunch and cold skim milk?). I don’t any more. I accept it for the gift it is. I have friends all over the world: most of the States, Canada, England, Scotland, Wales, Ireland, France, Holland, Greece, Australia, South Africa, the Philippines, and who knows where else.
These people know strange trivia about me that my nearest and dearest may not know, such as my propensity for megalomaniacal laughter. Wait…my nearest might know that.
Gradually, many of these people have become my dearest and not so nearest. To me, that’s a kind of magic. Someone that I would never ever in a hundred years have met in the natural course of history knows me and likes me and laughs at my goofy jokes and understands my writing angst.
I shan’t name names. You know who you are.
Anyway, on to the Dark Fairy Queen Writerly Bridal Shower or #DFQWBS.
You may say, WHUZZAH? In short, a flash fiction celebration of weddings in general and, um, I guess me and my sweetie in specific.
I point you this-a-way: Dark Fairy Queen Writerly Bridal Shower for the official theme and rules page. You can use my Pinterest page for inspiration. And join the madcap Facebook group.
I am not reading any of the entries till they are officially presented, but it is my understanding that they range from tales of unicorns to assassins to “twue wuv”.
If you write, I hope you will consider joining my sweet friends who have already written. You can also include a short toast at the end to my groom and I.
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I should add, this whole thing has overwhelmed me to an extent that I’m hardly able to verbalize this entry, so if I degenerate into emotional gabbling at this point, you must forgive me.
I’ve never met any of these people, yet they each reached into their creative selves and pulled forth a tiny literary gem to place at my feet.
As much as I act the egomaniacal goofball, this touches me and flatters me and bewilders me and fills me with great rapture.
The first night, as the entries started piling up, I fell asleep in something of a happy fugue. I felt like I could reach over the seas with my fingertips and touch the fingertips of one of my fellow writers and they could reach beyond their shores to someone even further away. (No, it wasn’t the sinus meds)
Thank you so much to those who choose to participate. I am more honored than you can ever know, both at your participation and your friendship. Also, a thousand thanks to the #DFQWBS hard-working hostesses, Rebekah, Laura and Miranda.
Just goes to show, even a Dark Fairy Queen can learn to be a good friend.
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FIRE THE WOMBAT CANNONS!
