Friday, April 6, 2012
Guest Blog with SM Blooding, author of the Dustman
Take it away, SM!!!
Come With Me to Dreamland!
Take my hand. Step right up. That’s it. Yes, under the umbrella. Just like so. Yes. *grin* Are you comfortable? Legs, arms, head all tucked in? *wild gleam* Good. Let’s go!
Grabbing your shoulders and tucking you into you into me, we’re off, rushing out of the window, high into the sky. The stars shine bright above us. There’s Jupiter and over there is Mars. There’s lovely Venus hanging out by the half moon. Far, far below us is your home. The wind rushes through your hair, tugging at my trench coat and nearly tosses my hat over your town. We climb higher and higher, getting lost in the stars.
And then we’re falling. Whoop! My stomach bottoms out as the wind catches our breath, but instead of a sleepy city, we find ourselves barreling down on a sea of green. Night slips into day. Cool becomes warm and you’re bathed in shimmering Dreamland sunlight.
A tree clips your arm, reminding you to keep all your limbs tucked in. We’re zooming through the pine trees of Forever Forest. Animals are scurrying out of our way as they scamper along the branches. A unicorn neighs below us, and hooves thunder. There. *laughing* There’s the gassy unicorn, his horn shining bright, his long mane and tail flopping around him as he runs to keep up with us, chasing us with laughter.
Barking touches our ears. That would be Dog. I veer his way, but the trees are too thick and I’m starting to really beat you up with the branches. I pull up and the unicorn disappears into the foliage. The barking heads off in a different direction.
Only to be replaced by a bone rattling roar.
I can’t see the expression on your face, but I’m grinning ear to ear as we skate over the tree tops. Whooh. Whooh. Whoosh. Tick-tick. Whooh.
Ohhhhh. He’s close!
I put on an extra burst of speed and pull up.
A large blue-scaled body zips underneath of us, his wings larger than a tall tree, his body bigger than a house. His huge head twists, staring at us with one large eye, his eyebrow ridge rising as his beak gapes open. He banks right and we bank to ride with him, surfing the same current. With a dragon laugh, he bucks the air and heads down, his flicking tail nearly taking us out. That crazy dragon!
We coast the current, dipping over the dive that takes us out of Forever Forest, into the meadow, over Dreamer’s Hill, past the creek. Grandmother Willow waves, her head bobbing with the wind of our passing as we head into PaintBucket Forest. The trees below us are covered with leaves of every color imaginable. And just on the other side is the ocean.
We skid to a halt on the sandy beach. I close my umbrella, a huge grin on my face, and bow. “Welcome to Dreamland, dreamer.”
Wow, what a poetic guest post! Thank you, SM!!!
Now for The Dustman:
A Dreamland Story
Available: April 3, 2012
Dustmen are useless.
Meg has two kids, one of which is hell bent to land himself in jail. She’s about to lose her house, her home, her ability to support her children. Her aunt tells her to publish the story of her childhood friend, her dustman, her Luk.
Dreamland is empty.
He’s watching his world shrink, his friends blinking out of existence. Children no longer call for him. He’s watched his fellow dustmen disappear while their lands are eaten by a ferocious void.
There is no cure.
Barnes and Noble
About the Author:
SM Blooding lives in Colorado with her pet rock, Rockie, their new addition, Mr. Bird, who’s a real bird. She likes to hike the beautiful Rocky Mountains, and is learning to play the piano and guitar. Currently, she’s trying to MURDER them both. Friends call her Frankie.
She’s dated vampires, werewolves, sorcerers, weapons smugglers and US Government assassins. Yes. She has stories.
She’s also an investigator with a local paranormal investigation group, Colorado Paranormal Rescue!
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