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Wednesday, June 30, 2010

Tuesday, June 29, 2010

EMERALD CAVE update...

I have been working on The Keepers of the Emerald Cave for about two weeks now, and so excited to announce I am over 7,200 words already! My alpha readers are more excited than I am, which I love, and I am even more anxious now for everyone in my family to fall asleep each night so I can go play with Denim and Calliope and make magic in my mind...
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Since posting the first two scenes, I have combed through them, but here is more of a sample from The Keepers of the Emerald Cave. Please keep in mind this is my first draft! Enjoy!

Scene 3
Pandemonium erupted when everyone realized what Calliope was holding. No one could remember hearing of the Bubble Ranger ever producing a physical object from a bubble before. Scents, pictures, yes, but not real, physical objects.


Denim was staring at his grandfather when G-Naveen turned and locked eyes with his grandson. The market blurred and swirled around Denim, the only thing in focus was the face of G-Naveen. He heard his voice inside his head as he saw his grandpa’s lips move –
This is just the beginning, Denim. I have so much more to show you.

And just like that the cloud cleared and suddenly Denim was once again in the Pike Place Market surrounded by hundreds of people all wondering how the Bubble Ranger pulled off his latest stunt. G-Naveen winked at him, smiled a cocky smile but waved his wands like nothing happened. Denim couldn’t believe his grandpa was going on with the show. He looked at Calliope. Her eyes were huge. She wasn’t saying a word, just staring at the emerald. But Denim could hear Marla was doing all the talking anyway.
“That’s not real. It can’t possibly be real, Callie! It’s just plastic. Or glass! You should give it back – that old man’s crazy, you know that!” Marla shrieked as she grabbed and shook Calliope’s shoulders to get her attention.


Marla then reached down as though to take the emerald from Calliope’s hand, but Calliope reacted faster than her friend and closed her fist tight around the stone. She tucked that hand under her arm and turned, looking for Denim. Their eyes locked again, this time with an understanding he wasn’t ready to admit: he really did descend from a freak show family.

Several things happened in the next second of time. Denim’s grandpa had gone back to address the crowd, looking for another target. Ravenna appeared by his side, sliding her tiny hand in his as she stared at Calliope who was making her way toward Denim. Marla was screaming behind her, telling her to stop, to leave, to wake up. And the air of the market began to expand.

The pressure filled Denim’s head with a dull pain, something he’d never felt before. He looked around, expecting to see the very walls closing in on them, the roof falling, something, but no one else seemed to have noticed. They’d moved on from the emerald incident and were watching G-Naveen make flower-shaped bubbles for a woman in the crowd. But then Denim saw him.

He’d come flying out of a side door behind the fish sellers to Denim’s right. His eyes were wild, taking in the scene before him. Long, black hair swung around his head as he looked in every direction at once, his eyes settling on G-Naveen.

Denim had seen him once before. A photo, but it was him.

Ladarius.

SCENE 4


Denim’s eyes flew from Ladarius to G-Naveen and met his eyes.

What do I do, Grandpa?

Protect Calliope. He wants the emerald.

Denim turned in time to see Ladarius streak across the floor toward the innocent girl who was still trying to make her way through the crowd to Denim. But Ladarius was faster. And bigger. And wasn’t worried about pushing people out of his way.

Denim and Ladarius reached Calliope at the same time.
“Denim…your grandfather shouldn’t have…,” Calliope started to say as she handed him the emerald, but Ladarius was there and the emerald that had been in Calliope’s hand was now in the dark stranger’s. He pushed her away and ran.


“Calliope!” Denim shouted, worried she would be knocked to the ground.

“Hey! That’s not yours!” Calliope shouted at the emerald thief as Denim stopped her fall.

“I’ll be right back. Stay with Calliope!” Denim shouted at Ravenna as he charged after the fleeing figure heading for the stairs leading to the lower floors of the market.

The Pike Place Market is three stories of beehive set on a hill overlooking Puget Sound. An architectural anthill built over one hundred years ago, it is also filled with a lot of people, Denim realized as he made his way through the crowd on the stairs. Feet thumping, crashing into tourists, using his hands on the handrail to keep his balance as much as his legs, Denim felt like he was flying past all of the market’s shops. Ladarius should be miles ahead of me, but he’s right there, five people ahead of me. Now four!
Ladarius ran down another hallway knocking over people, displays of tie-dyed shirts and one baby stroller. Luckily, the baby was in her mother’s arms at the time, Denim was relieved to see. He sped up, found his feet moving faster than he thought possible.
If I’d known I could run this fast, I wouldn’t have wasted so much time talking my way out of fights with bullies, he thought as he closed the distance between himself and Ladarius again.

Denim knew there was another staircase coming, a narrow one with a landing in the middle. The landing was also where the doors to some restrooms were, which meant the stairwell was usually packed. Great. This time this guy will really hurt someone. Denim flew through the doorway at the top of the stairs, no less than two feet from Ladarius. I don’t even know why I’m chasing this guy.

Because you need to get that emerald, Denim.

Gee, thanks, Grandpa.

Down, down, down they went. Ladarius popped out into another hallway, knocking tourists on their butts and into walls. It was in Denim’s nature to stop and check to see if the people were fine, but he knew he couldn’t stop. He had to catch this guy, even though he had no idea what he was supposed to do with him when he caught him.
The Polish ceramic shop was now down several pieces of pottery they had unfortunately displayed near their doorway, and Denim saw another guy who would need to buy some more bottles of wine to replace the shattered ones draining their goods across the bottom floor of the market.


Five feet from an exit door, Denim managed to grab the back of Ladarius’s jacket, but it was a short-lived victory. The fabric slipped through his fingers and Ladarius hit the exit door with all his strength. Suddenly the smells and sounds of the market were replaced with reeking garbage and traffic noises. Denim was temporarily blinded by the sunshine as he found himself outside behind the market, still running on Ladarius’s heels.

As Ladarius ducked around a Fed Ex truck, Denim caught up to him. That’s when Denim saw the white van backing up and Ladarius didn’t. He crashed into the rear corner of the van and bounced off. Denim was on Ladarius in a flash, holding him down as he struggled to get away.
I am not this strong. I don’t understand how I am doing this! Denim held Ladarius tight with his legs, pinning his arms to the ground. He had no idea how long he was going to have to hold him, and was worried he would begin to tire. The next thing he knew, he was pulled off of Ladarius and tossed aside like a blanket.
Grandpa.

G-Naveen tackled Ladarius to the ground, despite the younger man’s attempt to escape. They fought and rolled in the alley behind the market until G-Naveen subdued the struggling emerald thief flat on his belly.
Ladarius was panting, snorting. His hair was strung out in every direction and his eyes were flashing red.


“So, Ladarius…we meet again.” G-Naveen’s smooth voice indicated he wasn’t even tired from the struggle. “I thought we had a deal. I don’t want to see you anywhere near my shop or this market. What brought you from your filthy world?”

Denim watched his grandpa calmly pull a golden cord from his pocket. He looked like he was going to tie his wrists with it, but Denim couldn’t see how that tiny string would hold a huge man like Ladarius. Of course, I held that huge man down and I’m not sure how I did it, Denim thought.

“Was it the emerald? Is that why you showed your face today in the market?” G-Naveen pressed his knee deeper into the center of Ladarius’s back. “It’s not yours and never will be, Ladarius.”
“Let me go, Naveen.” Ladarius was seething. “I will make sure you regret this. I will take back what is mine. Everything and everyone you have taken from us. You have no power over my domain!”


“Your current position would lead me to believe you are incorrect on that score, Ladarius. And I will be taking back this little trinket which does not belong to you.” G-Naveen reached into Ladarius’s pocket and retrieved the emerald. Without looking, he tossed it to Denim who caught it and slipped it into his own pocket.

“NOOOO!!!!!!!!!” Ladarius was bucking and fighting again.

“Haven’t you learned you don’t belong around here, Ladarius?” He bent down closer to Ladarius. “And if you ever touch anyone in my family, it is you who will be sorry.” As Denim watched his grandfather hold down a much younger man who outweighed him by forty pounds, bubbles appeared around his grandfather’s face and hands. They were smaller than his normal bubbles and maroon in color.

The bubbles moved toward Ladarius who started fighting even more. A keening sound erupted from the emerald thief’s mouth as the first bubble popped on his face. He screamed and Denim knew whatever was in the bubble was burning Ladarius. Acid? He wasn’t sure.

“Behave, Ladarius.”

“Never! Your people will never control us! We will take back what is ours! She was never supposed to be with you!”

Denim was totally confused at this point, having no idea who the man really was, what exactly he wanted back, or why his grandpa was hurting him. He did know one thing, though – he didn’t want his grandparents hurt by this man, and that was all it took.

His hands felt wet. Slimy. He held them up to his face, wondering if he’d put his hands in something in the alley. Nope, his hands were clean, but wet. Really wet. As Denim watched, a bubble formed in the palm of his right hand. Another bubble followed in his left. Oh, man, here we go, Denim thought. Happy fifteenth birthday to me.

He broke out in a sweat as he realized what was happening. He knew the magic was real. He knew he would become a Bubble Ranger just like his grandpa. What he didn’t know was what exactly was in the bubbles forming in his hands.

“I guess I’m about to find out what I’m made of,” Denim muttered to himself as he watched the clear bubbles form.

The faintest of rainbows danced across their surface as his upside-down reflection stared back at him. They were so beautiful. And perfect. A cloudy mist began to swirl inside them as they grew rounder.

The two bubbles left his palms and traveled to where G-Naveen and Ladarius struggled.
Ladarius was writhing in pain from the burning substance of G-Naveen’s bubbles, but when he saw Denim’s bubbles heading for him, he screamed, “Another? There is another? Where have you been keeping this one, Naveen?”

“Far away from you, Ladarius,” said G-Naveen as he pulled tighter on the emerald thief.

Denim watched in both horror and fascination as his own bubbles made their way to Ladarius. He didn’t understand what was happening, or what the man was talking about. He knew Ladarius was a threat to his family and had to be subdued, but he didn’t want to hurt him. Denim didn’t want to hurt anyone.

He held his breath as he waited to see what would happen, but Denim worried for no reason.

One of his bubbles landed on Ladarius’s head, and the other popped quietly on his chest, and that was all it took for Ladarius to fall into a deep sleep.


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Tuesday, June 22, 2010

SCENES 1 & 2: KEEPERS OF THE EMERALD CAVE

Rough Draft 1 – The Keepers of the Emerald Cave
by Cynthia Moyer

Chapter 1 – SCENE 1

The sight of flying fish and the smell of seawater hit Denim River in the face as he pushed through the Saturday morning crowd of Seattle’s Pike Place Market. He skillfully dodged tourists stoned on Starbucks and baklava, and headed for the pig. Denim’s grandpa, Naveen River, or G-Naveen as everyone called him, was still setting up his table but the spectators were already gathering. They always gathered for the Bubble Ranger, and it looked like this June morning would be no exception.


Denim stepped up in time to button a black velvet cape around his grandpa’s thin neck. Black velvet cape, crisp vanilla white shirt, shiny striped cinnamon-hued vest and the ever-present bubble pipe were just as important tools of the trade as The Secret was to the Bubble Ranger’s show.

The Secret.

The Curse is more like it.

Denim has never understood why he wasn’t born into a normal family.

Stepping back, Denim tripped over his sister, Ravenna. “What the heck?” Denim looked down. No wonder he tripped over her with those boats at the end of her legs. Her feet looked huge in her red scuffed Doc Martens. “Watch it, Ravenna!”

“Sorry, Den!” Ravenna looked up at him and smiled her goofiest grin, the soft morning light sparkling on her braces. She popped a ridiculous scrunched velvet hat dripping with pale silk flowers on her thick brown hair and blew him a kiss. He rolled his eyes.

Thirteen years old and always underfoot, Ravenna wasn’t normal, either. Neither was Denim. He knew it in his heart, but he just wasn’t sure how weird he was yet. They said it started around the age of fifteen. Denim turned fifteen last week.

“Go stand by Rachel, Ravenna, and don’t do anything stupid this time. Just hand out these flyers advertising G-Naveen’s store.” Denim handed her a stack of flyers containing a coupon for a free magic bubble wand from his grandpa’s magic store, Bubbles ‘n Tricks. He pointed Ravenna toward the life-size bronze statue of Rachel the Pig – the biggest and most photographed piggy bank in the world. Millions of people traveled to Seattle every year and they all have their picture taken sitting on that pig. They were the same people who poured into Bubbles ‘n Tricks day after day and to spend their money on little gadgets that don’t work and bags of crystals that do nothing. Denim was sure most people needed their heads examined.

He watched his sister skip away, giant smile on her face. She called to the crowd, “Magic wands from the Master of Magic! Come and see the Bubble Ranger! The coolest show in Seattle! In the world! The show is about to start!”

Ravenna loved this, Denim knew. She couldn’t wait for her powers to gain their full strength. If their parents allowed it, she would leave Astoria and move to Seattle to live with the Gs. Then she could spend all of her time at Bubbles ‘n Tricks soaking up Grandpa’s crazy stories, honing her own special freak show skills.

“Denim! Help me with this will you?” Denim turned and saw G-Naveen balancing too many things in his arms as usual. God forbid he make a second trip from his ancient station wagon. Denim lifted several bubble wands out of his grandfather’s arms and put them in their place on the table. They were all shapes and sizes, handmade by him with handles of inlaid wood and tiny crystals that winked when they caught the light. They were all show. The Bubble Ranger didn’t need wands. He didn’t even need soap.

“No problem, Grandpa. It’s what I’m here for,” Denim mumbled under his breath. Bubbles, bubbles, bubbles, he thought. I am so glad we don’t live in Seattle because no one I know will see me here. Hopefully G-Naveen never gets the itch to move this circus act to the farmers’ market in Astoria, because then it would be confirmed by everyone I know I descended from clowns.

After glancing over to make sure Ravenna was still near the pig handing out Bubble Ranger flyers, Denim took one last look at the table. It was covered with a deep cobalt blue satin cloth. Bowls of a matching hue were full of white daisies and pink roses, Grandma Purlina’s favorite flowers. G-Naveen’s favorite bubble pipe was on display between two large crystal formations. A large crystal dish sat behind his pipe. It was filled with a liquid resembling a swirling rainbow and occasionally sent up a small puff of smoke. The Bubble Ranger was ready for another show.

SCENE 2

Twenty minutes into the show, G-Naveen had the audience eating out of his hands. It was mesmerizing to watch, Denim had to admit to himself. The crowd was thick, but they’d left a perfect open circle surrounding his grandpa’s table. His grandpa moved like water from adult to child, smiling, winking, and waving his elaborate bubble wands through the air, releasing his magical orbs. The bubbles were deep blue, rich violet and rose red, floating into the sky followed by the oohs and aahs of the crowd. Then G-Naveen saw her, his next target.

“What is your favorite scent, young lady?” he smiled down into the face of a girl about eight years old.

Her eyes were round at her being singled out by the Bubble Ranger himself, but she soon found her voice. “I like…bubble gum!” She jumped up and down, the excitement obvious on her face. She grabbed her mother’s hand and squealed. Her father raised the camera for the photo op heading their way. Denim could see her and her parents had already been to the store. The girl was wearing a Bubble Ranger shirt and had a magic bubble wand in her hand, Bubble Ranger gift bag dangling from her wrist.

“Bubble gum it is.” G-Naveen closed his eyes and turned his face toward the sky as though concentrating. Denim knew better, but he also knew it looked convincing to the crowds. In one fluid motion, G-Naveen turned and dipped his bubble wand with the blue sapphires in the handle into the large crystal bowl of solution on the table. When he turned back to the girl, his eyes were playful, his smile inviting. The rainbow-hued bubbles floated from the wand into the air. They seemed to float forever. Denim always wondered how G-Naveen got his bubbles to float so slowly despite the wind factor, but he had always refused to ask.

The crowd was silent as they watched the bubbles float toward the little girl. Her eyes grew huge as the bubbles got closer and closer. Dad still had the camera ready, but he looked a little nervous. Mom put one hand on her daughter’s shoulder as the bubbles began their soft descent toward her child.

POP!

The first bubble landed on the girl’s head, the next – POP! – on her arm. The scent of bubble gum filled the air as the rest of the bubbles met their targets and popped, releasing their scent into the air.

“BUBBLE GUM!” The little girl was screaming. “Mommy! The Bubble Ranger made me bubble gum bubbles!”

“I see that, honey! And I smell it, too!” She looked relieved her daughter had survived the strange street performance.

Tourists, thought Denim. What did they was going to happen? Do they think my grandpa would intentionally hurt someone? Please.

Applause rang out from the crowd. Everyone was laughing and smiling and saying things like, “Do you smell that? Bubble gum! I can’t believe it!”

Denim had heard it before. He also knew G-Naveen would wait for the excitement to die down just enough before picking the next member of the audience to pick on. But this time it was a girl of fifteen. Blonde, very pretty, and her name was Calliope.

“Oh, crap.” Calliope? What the heck is she doing here? Denim took a step back as though to fade into the crowd, but knew it was too late. She’d seen him. They’d made eye contact and now she was smiling at him.

“Hello there, Calliope. Visiting Seattle on a day as beautiful as you are?” G-Naveen glanced back at Denim and raised his eyebrows while grinning his most evil grin. Then he winked at Denim, because he knew exactly who Calliope was.

“Yes, thanks.” Calliope’s face flushed red, embarrassed. Her eyes flashed in Denim’s direction briefly but his grandpa pushed on with his show.

“What is your heart’s desire, my dear?” G-Naveen lifted his hand into the sky, indicating the world was hers for the asking.

Denim rolled his eyes at his grandpa’s words and actions, wishing Calliope had never found her way to the market that day. He then recognized who she was with – that evil Marla. They must have come up together to visit Marla’s mom who lived in Seattle. Great.

Calliope hesitated, cheeks flushing red again. She collapsed in a round of giggles with Marla, who pushed her forward to answer Denim’s grandpa. “I love emeralds,” she said quietly.

“Hmmmm….emeralds. Very nice choice. One of my favorite gems as well.” G-Naveen made show of walking around the open circle, making his way back to his table. He picked up his pipe from its stand between the two crystal formations and placed it into his mouth.

Denim knew he was winding down the show if he was pulling out the bubble pipe. He moved toward Ravenna so he could keep her in sight when the crowd broke up. His sister could get lost in her own house.

G-Naveen was still standing in the middle of the circle of a silent crowd, which Denim thought a little strange. His grandpa’s hands were in a praying position with his fingertips brushing his chin. His eyes were closed. As everyone watched, a deep green bubble appeared in the bowl of the pipe.

The bubble slowly grew in size, the color a more vibrant green than Denim had ever seen his grandpa produce. When the bubble had reached a circumference of about five inches, it left the bubble pipe and began its journey toward Calliope. Denim noticed his grandpa looked tired after the bubble was finished.

Denim had never seen that happen before.

The green bubble floated low in the air unlike the other bubbles of the day. It also traveled straight for Calliope instead of floating around a bit like a normal bubble. Denim soon found out why.

Calliope reached out her hand as soon as the bubble was close enough. It landed softly on her palm with a *blip* and the audience gasped. An emerald the size of a quarter lay in Calliope’s outstretched hand.

Denim had never seen that happen before, either.


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Saturday, June 19, 2010

THE KEEPERS OF THE EMERALD CAVE

This is it -- the first draft of the first scene of my new project - the one that won't stop pounding on my brain from inside my skull. Meet Denim River, 15, the next Bubble Ranger, whether he wants the job or not. Ravenna the Time Bender, 13, is Denim's little sister who's all kinds of annoying. G-Naveen is Denim's grandpa, the current Bubble Ranger and the rather fancy proprietor of his magic shop, "Bubbles 'n Tricks." There's more, but I can only type so fast...

Chapter 1
The sight of flying fish and the smell of seawater hit Denim River in the face as he pushed through the Saturday morning crowd of Seattle’s Pike Place Market. He skillfully dodged tourists stoned on Starbucks and baklava, and headed for the pig. Denim’s grandpa, Naveen River, or G-Naveen as everyone called him, was still setting up his table but the spectators were already gathering. They always gathered for the Bubble Ranger, and it looked like this June morning would be no exception.


Denim stepped up in time to button a black velvet cape around his grandpa’s thin neck. Black velvet cape, crisp vanilla white shirt, shiny striped cinnamon-hued vest and the ever-present bubble pipe were just as important tools of the trade as The Secret was to the Bubble Ranger’s show.


The Secret.

The Curse is more like it.

Denim has never understood why he wasn’t born into a normal family.

Stepping back, Denim tripped over his sister, Ravenna. “What the heck?” Denim looked down. No wonder he tripped over her with those boats at the end of her legs. Her feet looked huge in her red scuffed Doc Martens. “Watch it, Ravenna!”

“Sorry, Den!” Ravenna looked up at him and smiled her goofiest grin, the soft morning light sparkling on her braces. She popped a ridiculous scrunched velvet hat drowning in pale silk flowers on her thick brown hair and blew him a kiss. He rolled his eyes.

Thirteen years old and always underfoot, Ravenna wasn’t normal, either. Neither was Denim. He knew it in his heart, but he just wasn’t sure how weird he was yet. They said it started around the age of fifteen. Denim turned fifteen last week.

“Go stand by Rachel, Ravenna, and don’t do anything stupid this time. Just hand out these flyers advertising G-Naveen’s store.” Denim handed her a stack of flyers containing a coupon for a free magic wand from his grandpa’s magic store, Bubbles ‘n Tricks. He pointed Ravenna toward the life-size bronze statue of Rachel the Pig – the biggest and most photographed piggy bank in the world. Millions of people travel to Seattle every year and they all have their picture taken sitting on that pig. They are the same people who pour into Bubbles ‘n Tricks day after day and spend money on little gadgets that don’t work and bags of crystals that do nothing. Denim was sure most people needed their heads examined.

He watched his sister skip away, giant smile on her face. She called to the crowd, “Magic wands from the Master of Magic! Come and see the Bubble Ranger! The show is about to start!” Ravenna loved this, Denim knew. She couldn’t wait for her powers to gain their full strength. If their parents allowed it, she would move to Seattle to live with the grans and spend all of her time at Bubbles ‘n Tricks soaking up Grandpa’s crazy stories.

“Denim! Help me with this will you?” Denim turned and saw G-Naveen balancing too many things in his arms as usual. God forbid he make a second trip from his ancient station wagon. Denim lifted bubble wands out of his grandfather’s arms and put them in their place on the table. They were all shapes and sizes, handmade by him with handles of inlaid wood and tiny crystals that winked in the light.

“No problem, Grandpa. It’s what I’m here for,” Denim mumbled under his breath. Bubbles, bubbles, bubbles, he thought. I am so glad we don’t live in Seattle. No one I know will see me here. And hopefully G-Naveen never gets the itch to move this circus act to the farmers’ market in Astoria, because then everyone would know I descended from clowns.

After glancing over to make sure Ravenna was still near the pig handing out Bubble Ranger flyers, Denim took one last look at the table. The table was covered in a deep cobalt blue satin. Bowls of a matching hue were full of white daisies and pink roses, Grandma Purlina’s favorite flowers. G-Naveen’s favorite bubble pipe was on display between two large crystal formations. The Bubble Ranger was ready for another show.


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Monday, June 7, 2010

OOPS -- NEW PROJECT ON THE HORIZON!

I have been on break from the Elliot Lake Series because I have discovered I have a knack for coloring comic book art. Okay, so you can find my work on my art blog, Raggedy Gah! and see for yourself what's going on over there.
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I have also been super busy with cake designs and birthdays, and you can see all that work on my cake blog, Slice of Fun.
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So what this means is, I haven't been writing. Okay.
I admit that.
But... this is the but... it's all good since everything happens for a reason even though we may not know why our minds turn to something else at the time.
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Oh, look... shiny!!
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The good news is I am plotting, outlining and writing again... but not about Elliot and Sky. My mind has been turned toward a young adult novel starring a young man named Denim River the Bubble Ranger and his sister, Ravenna the Time Bender. I don't want to reveal too much yet, but the story takes place in Seattle, and there are mythical creatures, environmental disasters, magic, bad guys, and a really big sinkhole.
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I came up with the working title this morning, which means the writing will now finally commence on "The Keepers of the Emerald Cave: The environmental collapse of the Pacific Northwest is averted by the teenage heir to Seattle's own magical family."
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The title to me is the coat rack I need to hang my story on. Without it, the words and ideas float around in space and I can't make them stick just yet. So now we will watch as Denim saves the misty green world I call home.
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Peace.

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