Comfort in the Chaos

So. I have a question for the Tumblr-verse.

I am going to resurrect an old story, a children’s story. Yes, I am aware children’s stories are not my usual forte. Yes, I know I’m known for more…questionable plot lines.

I am, however, bringing the children’s story back to life. It’s a proper children’s story with lots of fun undertones. You know the usual sex, morality, monsters, and old school writing style found in the stories from the Grimm brothers, Perrault, and the others.

So, do you think there needs to/should be a revival of the old fairy tales? It’s only about 20 pages so shall I lengthen it out to about 50 you think? Or shall I go novella length?

Also, if I keep it short I’m thinking illustrations. I may have a friend in mind for it. They are monsters (Chimeras and Banshees) and even apperances by the courts of the fey (Unseelie and Seelie Fairy Courts).

Dear Tumblrverse, give me some opinions/suggestions/rants/feedback.

Cheers,

Lucille

tomyhusband:

I don’t want you to put me on one or bend over backwards for me. I may, however, ask you to bend me over a pedestal. That sounds like a fucking blast.

tomyhusband:

Every once in a while, I’m gonna turn to you out of the blue and say “Farm boy, fetch me that pitcher.” You’d better know the proper response.

True fucking story.

So after much thought, I have decided to rejoin the ranks of Tumblr.

One. I have missed you people. Especially those who actually made me think and laugh with your stories. Plus my inbox has left me questioning why I have indeed been away for so long. Though most of you who followed my other blog (long since dead now) may understand a bit better.

Two. Though I faced some serious issues (physically, mentally, emotionally, and family-wise) this past year, I should not have abandoned my place here. Talking usually helps matters, I know that from both ends. I am, admittedly, not all that great about accepting help. It’s a major flaw many have pointed out. That’s also the main reason I lost people the past year and had a good amount of problems moving on.

Three. So cheers. I am back. Fun times are indeed ahead.

Sometimes I want to just clap my hands over my ears, close my eyes, and scream.

It’s like I can block everything out wanting all my wishes to come true.

“Nope. I’m not scared of taking the GRE and picking out a grad school.”

“Nope. I’m not scared that the mental illness in the family is going to finally catch up with me.”

“Nope. I’m not scared that I’m going to have a black out again and lose an hour of time.”

“Nope. I’m not scared everyone I love is going to leave me.”

“Nope. I’m going to pretend I don’t love you and you’re going to completely shatter me.”

Denial is a beautiful thing when you allow yourself to feel it. I, however, seem to be rather flawed in letter myself hit an area of denial. Apparently I will always prefer being Miss Worst Case Scenario.