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| pink evening primrose |
| milkweed |
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| Daisy Fleabane |
| Black-Eyed Susan |
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| Oxeye Daisy |
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| Blue Cornflower |
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| Loostrife or Lythrum |
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Flowers
or weeds? I guess it is in the eye of the beholder. I admit that I let
these untamable wildflowers grow in my garden despite the fact
some gardeners consider them obnoxious, invasive, and undesirable
weeds.
I've
been warned to dig them out by the root before they have a chance to, horror upon horror, take
'hold' and edge out more desirable specimens like roses and hydrangeas.
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Not,
of course, that there is anything wrong with roses and hydrangeas.
Indeed, if you were to ask my favorite flower, I would say it is
whatever is in bloom.
Now,
stick with me here as I go through a rather convoluted theory about how
gardening can relate to writing. It came to me yesterday as I was
working outside.
Imagine
each flower as a person in your story. That each bloom is a character
both unique or stereotypical. It's undeniable that plants possess their
own strengths and weaknesses much as we do. Some are aggressive and try
to take over the bed. Some are delicate and temperamental. Some are bold
and some dainty.
Others,
like the hybridized rose, might create a gorgeous and showy splash of
color but they've lost that original, deeply haunting, and sweet scent
in the process. They put me in mind of the handsome or lovely character that
is all surface charm with no inner substance.
Can't you see children or childish characters in the tiny daisy fleabane? Milkweed is
maternal. Attracting butterflies
like a magnet and essential to the Monarch's diet, milkweed is the comfortable, older woman.
Sweetly pink or butter yellow Primrose is the secondary female lead.
This character is usually the heroine's best friend. On the other hand,
you have to see that purple lythrum is the male best friend.
Or do plants radiate gender to you as they do me?
That's why I see the Black-eyed Susan or Oxeyed daisies as great heroines. They're plucky, fun, cute, and bright all at the same time. While the masculine blue cornflower is perfect as the hunky, strong, and brave hero.
The thought makes me shiver just as much as when suspense drives the plot.
Even
among the flora, there are few bad flowers. Queen Anne's lace tops my
list as an undesirable. I didn't realize I was allergic to the
intricately woven bloom until the summer of snot. That was the
year it grew along the fence line and my little sweeties lovingly
brought me a stem or two each day. I, in turn, dutifully placed them in
vases around the house. And sneezed my head off as my nose ran and ran
and ran.
It's
embarrassing to say how long it took me to figure out the cause of my
'summer cold'. It goes to show that Queen Anne's lace is the epitome of a
complex character. Pleasant and interesting to look at but hiding a
sinister motive.
See?
Everything you need for writing inspiration can be found in your
garden. There are blooms that are lovely, sweet, spicy, pungent, bold,
pastel, or shyly hidden among the foliage. I bet you can find an annual
or perennial that uncannily resembles someone you know.
Nature even comes with bad
guy-flowers - like Queen Anne's lace and goldenrod. These nasty little
buggers sprout each spring looking like every other tiny green speck.
It's how they hide out and go unnoticed as they shove their roots deep
into the soil.
It's
the same when you write. Hidden threats provide conflict and suspense.
Fear and worry keeps the main characters moving along.
To
get back to these sinus inflaming plants that burst from the soil, a
shoot of innocent green in a green sea. They are the evildoer hiding in
plain sight. It isn't until the leaves uncurl or sets a bud that it
becomes identifiable. Only then is the gardener able to spot and weed
them out. Much as a writer grooms the plot, elaborating on a character's
internal and external struggles. The main characters must recognize and
accept the problem before it can be defeated.
And so it goes. A story line forms like a garden reveal. Characters struggle to find and keep their place in the world
much as shade and sun seeking plants. They must guard against others
that try to crowd or overtake them. Defend against rivals that would
kill them by hogging the soil's nutrients.
But,
sometimes, even two vastly different plants manage to harmoniously
exist side-by-side. These are the lovers coming together in an explosion
of colors and complementing hues.
And
this is the road my mind traveled as I dug and planted in the dirt. You
might say, I spent too much time in the sun. I don't know.
Either way, I'll leave my thoughts on seeds for another time.
R.E.Mullins
author of paranormal romance
 My latest work is a novella bridging the gap between the original Blautsaugers of Amber Heights series and my new Vampires of Amber Heights series. During the Civil War, Union soldier, John Alden took a musket ball to the gut. As he gasped his final breath, he was turned into a vampire and started life anew in Amber Heights, Missouri. For over one hundred and fifty years, he's lived a rather solitary life as a vampire Enforcer. Young single mother, Joann Clarkson, needs a job and fast. Hoping to be rehired, she returns to Dr. Michaela Blautsauger's lab prepared to eat a hefty helping of humble pie. She comes to regret that decision when she's taken hostage. Things look grim but she'll never stop fighting to escape. Her son needs his mama. As an Enforcer, John must hunt down the vampire who kidnapped Joann. In his search, John winds up babysitting her toddler Cody. Changing diapers might be worse than getting staked, but nothing compares to how he feels when both mother and child fall into danger again. 
The
Blautsaugers of Amber Heights series. Each novel features a member of
this vampire family as they deal with loving interference from family
members, wacky members of the human community, danger, and their own
personal hangups to find their soulmates.
Kindle Worlds novella, Vampire Girl: Back to Hell was a lot of fun to write. I hope you enjoy it.
Eli Grayheart, vampire demon, lesser Lord of Inferna was banished to the
mortal realm. For a decade, he has been reduced to working the night
shift for human employers and little pay. As he desperately seeks a way
back to his homeland, he has plotted his revenge. The pink Fae, known as
Keeda Weranseer is going to regret the part she played in his exile.
Ever more graphic plans for revenge fuel his life, and, he swears, if it
takes forever and a night he will find his way back to Hell.
Contact me, read a free Christmas short story, or see what I'm working on at: remullins
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