Dragons Are UFO’s

Chupacabras

Why do we associate UFO’s with flying saucers? UFO is an unidentified flying object. So why can’t they be dragons? They could exist in this dimension as well as aliens. We may put different names on them like Chupacabras, who are likened to medieval gargoyles. But don’t they look very much like our friend the dragon. Every story that has been told to us has more than some truth in it. Whenever we read fantasy we are getting closer to the truth. That’s why we enjoy it so much. That is why fairy tales and fantasy is believed more when we are young and new to this universe and can still remember our past lives, and have a true knowledge of things like goblins, fairies, elves, and dragons. If you can see something in your imagination it exists. If you kept reading about dragons and focused your attention totally on them every day, you would create a dragon for yourself. Although this sounds mind blowing it’s not. It is the law of cause and effect. When groups of people believe in space ships or flying saucers and focus on them every day, they will eventually see one, and it will be real.
I love to sit and visualise other worlds and people, and to write about them and pass those stories on to my grandchildren, because for me it’s real.
Harry Potter is so popular because his followers recognise a truth. If we keep believing in dragons, fairies and everything else to do with fantasy whatever age we are, we make those things come to life and make our world a more wondrous place to exist in.
dragons do fly in our skies, Merlin still casts his spells. All we have to do is to stay young at heart for our good and the good of our universe. Long live fantasy and the word fantastic, because life can be fantastic for everyone. Enjoy it and visualise. 
LOL Wiz
                              

Chupacabras

   

 

The Greys are coming!

Do you believe in Aliens, or to be more precise the Greys? You know the ones.Tall, thin with large almond eyes and even larger fingers. They abduct you and proceed to insert things into every orifice against your will. Pardon the pun. 

Let me put you in the picture. It all started two nights ago. We live in an old cottage which is situated in a forest. The wife and myself have lived there for over thirty five happy years. During that time we have brought up a family and a weird assortment of animals; dogs, horses, goats and many more.
Let me start the story. My wife has a very real fear of aliens, especially Greys. She really believes they exist, and who am I to argue with her. It’s a vast universe out there. I often ask her if she can ever remember being abducted by Greys? She tells me she can’t. How do you know they are real then and not in your imagination I ask her? She says she doesn’t think Greys are real, she knows they are. At this stage I always start feeling uneasy. 
This particular night my wife had gone to sleep with her iPod earphones still in her ears. She had then been woken up with the news story of a BBC sports reporter who had seen a UFO above his car the previous evening:
Mike Sewell was driving to Stansted Airport when he claims he saw the disc-shaped craft zipping over the Hertfordshire countryside at 4.15am.
Speaking on Radio Five Live, he said he was "gobsmacked" when he saw the odd flashing lights just a few hundred yards from the road. "I saw this big bright light in the sky…
After my wife listened to the programme she eventually dropped off to sleep again. It was then she had the nightmare. She was outside in the garden with bare feet. Just above her and above the pine trees was a white light. She felt paralysed. Next she saw the same light approaching from the wood. She told me that in the dream she felt real fear. As the light approached her she could make out the shape of a tall, thin creature which to her looked like a Grey. It seemed to be beckoning her but she couldn’t move. When I asked my wife for a description of the alien, all she could tell me is it gave out a power that sapped her whole being. She tried to resist this but was growing weaker in the dream and started moving towards it. As it reached out to touch her she thought she could hear our Rottweiler, named Woody barking. Woody had died several years earlier. As the barking got louder she woke up.
Both my wife and myself are fiction writers and can put together a story. But the story above is true and accurate as I can tell it.
One last thing. The branch on the top of the fir tree is broken.

My hands cuffed to the trolley.

I was with my wife in Tesco’s supermarket yesterday evening, my hands cuffed to the trolley as usual to stop me wandering. Then I hear bird song, very clear and beautiful from somewhere in the store. At first I thought it was coming from the speakers but other people are looking up and pointing at two small robins who have built a nest on one of the metal girders. They are both trying to out-do each other.

The high ceiling is giving their music great acoustics and everybody has stopped and are listening, even the store's background music is turned off. All you can hear now is robins, reaching higher and more beautiful notes together. At this moment in time I’m quite emotional, I feel I’m in The Shawshank Redemption.

Too soon the world within the store comes back to normal, people talk and laugh as if embarrassed by what they felt and witnessed. We had shared something special together.

This is a quote from my heroine Wizardess Clothilda, and I can’t help but agree! “Magic happens when you least expect it, you just have to look, listen, and appreciate.”

Is she plugged into the mother ship?

When I sit down to start a days writing I do anything rather than start. What’s worse is I can hear my wife in the next room, her keyboard sounds if there is a robot working it. She must really be inspired. Which is quite depressing. Carol my wife who has been a published writer now for thirty-two years, manages to write books in her sleep.

I try to bring to mind all the how to books and blogs I’ve soaked up over the years, I decide to write for ten minutes flat to get something down on my word document.

Ten minutes later I have a lot of words but they don’t make sense so I delete.

I then have a great idea! I decide to ask my wife if she wants a tea, this should slow her down. Wrong! She doesn’t look up just keeps on typing. “Thank you darling.” she replies.

Where’s she getting all her ideas ? Is she plugged into the mother ship? I wonder if there is only a limited amount of inspiration and could she be using my share?

I’m now sharpening a pencil I don’t need and the inner voice has started. Other people can write eBooks but not you. I must pull myself together. What would my ten-and-a-half year old heroine, Wizardess Clothilda do. Cry. No, she would be brave and spirited and keep going whatever happened. I make another cup of tea and try to ignore the fact that my wife hasn’t paused once.

I then remember Carol telling me. If you start a story then decide to stop, It’s like putting your characters in a coffin and nailing the lid down. I am reminded of Killing Bill and start writing with a new fervour.

Manages to write books in her sleep!

 

When I sit down to start a days writing I do anything rather than start. What’s worse is I can hear my wife in the next room, her keyboard sounds if there is a robot working it. She must really be inspired. Which is quite depressing. Carol my wife who has been a published writer now for thirty-two years, manages to write books in her sleep. I try to bring to mind all the how to books and blogs I’ve soaked up over the years, I decide to write for ten minutes flat to get something down on my word document. Ten minutes later I have a lot of words but they don’t make sense so I delete. I then have a great idea! I decide to ask my wife if she wants a tea, this should slow her down. Wrong! She doesn’t look up just keeps on typing. “Thank you darling.” she replies. Where’s she getting all her ideas ? Is she plugged into the mother ship? I wonder if there is only a limited amount of inspiration and could she be using my share? I’m now sharpening a pencil I don’t need and the inner voice has started. Other people can write eBooks but not you. I must pull myself together. What would my ten and a half year old heroin, Wizardess Clothilda do. Cry. No, she would be brave and spirited and keep going whatever happened. I make another cup of tea and try to ignore the fact that my wife hasn’t paused once. I then remember Carol telling me. If you start a story then decide to stop, It’s like putting your characters in a coffin and nailing the lid down. I am reminded of Killing Bill and start writing with a new fervour.

Starting the eBook for children

 

 

After doing an outline and getting my head around viewpoint, I have at last started my very first children’s story Wizardess Clothilda.

It’s about a ten and a half year old wizardess called Clothilda. She lives in another universe called Orbel with her father who is Lord Crackle the chief wizard of all Orbel. Clothilda has always wanted to become a wizardess. Her father wants her to become a witch like all the other girls in Orbel.

Clothilda is always having accidents, but when she drops the magic Orb of Orbel it starts a series of events that no one, not even Clothilda can stop.

I have always told my children stories when they were young and now I’m telling my grandchildren the same stories. I thought it would be a lovely thing if I could get them down in eBook format. I was delighted to see the amount of help there is on the net, and other people of like minds who are travelling the same path. Good luck and a little magic to us all. It’s going to be an interesting journey.

I will try my best to keep this blog active at least once a month.