Dandelyon's Worlds

Mi Amiga,

The old fiddler has a gig in Chicago, and promised to mail this for me. I'd come myself, but I was lucky to get here in the first place.  I'm told my roots here aren't deep enough, yet, to come and go safely.

I've found a band, finally, and it's like the t-shirt--the music and the magic are all twined like Celtic knotwork.  I'm free to be who I want to be here; I don't have to hide.  Nobody stares at my extra finger.

I know you laugh at the tarot readings we used to do--but this purple-haired girl did me a reading, and she said it was for you. Amiga, she knew your name. Remember the dark-haired man who kept showing up in your distant future? Well, it's not so distant now, and it's time for you to get out of there.

I've got a flat, it's not much, but it came furnished with a spare bed and I've got a set of penny whistles, so you'll have a job and a place to live. I know we haven't played together in years--since before both of our divorces, almost since our marriages, but--I'm doing a terrible job of this. You have to come. The dark man can't follow you here, or if he does, we can turn the tables on him--I wasn't kidding about the magic.

But mostly you have to come because I miss you. We took a wrong turn--or a pair of wrong turns--along the way, and look where it got us?

But now we can have a new start, a new life. We can make--no, I can't write that, not even to you, or especially not to you. Look, here's a ticket to our next gig; just follow the directions and you'll be here for a visit--or to stay. Your choice,  The penny whistles are yours to keep either way.

Love,

Me
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Every year the 19th Street Coffeehouse has a winter talent contest, right in the coldest and most inhospitable time to take yourself and your instruments out into the world.  Most years I think about entering, look at the date, and realize the finals are the Saturday during Capricon.  Oh, well, friends outrank contests, even though I am competitive enough to really enjoy games and contests.

This year, however, the final round of the contest is the week after Capricon, so I went ahead and entered.  The first round was January 27th, and I just got word that I made it into the finals!  So, if you're in Milwaukee on February 18, you can come see me compete.

In art news, I finished a couple of drawings that started out as sketches in SketchFests:

Dreaming of Butterflies will be Torn World "mystery art" which means, she will be in the non-canon gallery until she is identified as a character.  Is she your character?

Shrallan During the Flower Festival is a drawing of a character in Wild Snowy Chase.

Over at Torn World, I have a new poem:  Advice for a Young Carnal Guild Worker.  The poem itself is visible to everyone, but the backstory is reserved for Torn World subscribers.

I also have a few written entries in the Torn World Fashions & Fads contest, though not as many as I'd hoped.  Between getting ready for the Coffeehouse contest, which involved putting new strings on the guitar as well as the usual practicing and tuning and such, and life being unduly busy, I didn't have as much time I wanted for writing.  But at least I am pleased with the bits I did manage to finish. 

My Angel has been getting herself take-out pizza, which is all to the good, except I was out of Deirdre-safe pizza crusts, so I've been wanting pizza.  Today I finally got to the Gluten Free Trading Company and got some crusts, so after other errands, I came home and made spinach pizza!  I didn't have room for cookies, but I also picked up Deirdre-safe cookies for another day.

And now I'm half-asleep, so I'll wish you all Good Night!