I chose this picture I took last fall to be the cover for a print edition of a middle-grade fiction book I wrote a few years back, the Incredibly Truthful Diary of Nature Girl. Isn’t it beautiful?
I decided to self-publish my little book. I used to be game for pounding the agent and publishing pavement, but since Evening came along I know it’s going to sit in a drawer and get lost. By winning Nanowrimo last fall, I received five free copies of a book I wrote from Createspace, so I’m going for it. This way, I’ll have a few copies to give to friends, and most importantly ~ one to read to Evening!
I’m awaiting my proof copy now and I’m so excited!
The book is based rather heavily on my own childhood (naturally), and is written as entries into Nature Girl’s diary. In her diary, she recounts many of her adventures in the forest and her forest friends; from animals and trees to fairies and elves.
And since I’m so excited, why not share the opening entry with you?
January 3rd
I saw a unicorn once. I can feel the pages of this diary smothering
their laughter so I’d best explain myself (very naughty of you, dear diary,
considering we’ve only just begun).
My family and I were camping in Fundy
National Park when I rose early one morning to watch the forest. I wanted to
walk in the enchanted Acadian Forest all alone in the dewy morning before any
other human wanderers woke. I knew the
low sun would set the golden tendrils of the yellow birch alight with faerie
magic. I desperately wanted to be a part
of the faerie world that would awaken there.
I quickly scampered over the marshy boardwalks and into the forest where the wet ground muffled my footsteps, careful to make sure that Mom and Dad could still see me from the tent if they needed to. Few birds were chirping and the silence settled around me like a mist over the forest.
I quickly scampered over the marshy boardwalks and into the forest where the wet ground muffled my footsteps, careful to make sure that Mom and Dad could still see me from the tent if they needed to. Few birds were chirping and the silence settled around me like a mist over the forest.
Then one noise did come to me as I silently
bounded up a small slope; a twig cracking to my left. I looked over quickly and
caught sight of a lovely black rump disappearing silently into the forest. I instinctively knew, without a doubt,
that it was a unicorn. For a moose, even a calf, was never so elegantly shaped.
This was rather like a small thoroughbred, and the light that reflected off the well-muscled hindquarters revealed the coat to be short-haired, sleek, and black as night. A moose would have been shaggy and brown. It was too large for a deer, too dark, and too quiet to have meant to be seen. The likelihood of a wild foal wandering deep in Fundy National Park alone is about the same as a unicorn, so there you have it.
This was rather like a small thoroughbred, and the light that reflected off the well-muscled hindquarters revealed the coat to be short-haired, sleek, and black as night. A moose would have been shaggy and brown. It was too large for a deer, too dark, and too quiet to have meant to be seen. The likelihood of a wild foal wandering deep in Fundy National Park alone is about the same as a unicorn, so there you have it.
If such creatures do exist with the wisdom
all the faerie stories describe them as having, it makes sense that they keep
themselves hidden away in nature preserves. Only a few odd girls like me would
be about to catch a glimpse of them, and who would believe them? Seems to me I
also have been known to dance with faeries on occasion and that might make it
hard for people to take me seriously.
I’ll tell you about the faeries another day.
But I will leave you with this – magic happens in the forest. Things
happen in the forest. Things no one would ever believe. But I know, and now you
know, even if you are a rather naughty diary.
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