Don't diss the dragons

There are dragons in my dreams. They tell me their secrets from when the world began and how our stories intertwine.
I never cared about dragons one way or another. I didn't seek out books about them or draw their pictures when I doodled. I didn't pay much attention as to why they pop up throughout the world in many cultures with their leathery wings and spiked spines and fiery breath.
But, for whatever reason, they sought me out, whispering tales in my ears and making them spill out my fingers.

And now I see them.

Go fly a kite

Hi! *waves happily at blogging friends* Bug kite, how cute is that?

I just need to grin at kites and try to let the last few days float away, let the breezes carry them into the heavens. You probably didn't notice but after I survived the Property Management Horror Show of my last post, I lost my internet for two days. Harumph. But the Lovely Mr. Phone Fix-it Man figured out it was just the power adapter for the modem and now, knock-knock-knock on wood, it's all better.

And, after I float for a bit, I will turn my thoughts back to my WIP, which has been sinfully neglected, and also come up with something more substantial for my blog. But isn't it fun to just reach for the sky now and then?