UNDER THE WILL… OVER THE DRAMA…

Tag: writing

  • Aliens, Ancestors, or Just a Cloud? You Decide…

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    Mae Faurel
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    What the hell is this thing in the sky?! Honestly, for a moment, I thought I was looking at the beginning of a nuclear blast. Then I decided it had to be aliens making a flamboyant entrance. But the “official” word is… It’s just an anvil cloud. Now, maybe I’m supposed to nod politely and…

  • The City I’d Never Build…

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    Mae Faurel
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    Sorry guys, I am on a rant this morning! Definitely got out of bed on the wrong side! 😂 The city of the future? Ha! I wouldn’t design one at all. Why are people living in cities anyway? It’s not natural, it’s by design. A control system, plain and simple. And don’t get me started…

  • Mae, Medb, and Me.. Granny Frass comes through…

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    Mae Faurel
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    Granny Frass on the Name Mae… Well now, Mae… isn’t it gas how you think your name is just a neat little variation, like a shorter skirt on the same old dress? Don’t fool yourself. That name is stitched together with more thread than you know. Molly was mine, Mary after me, and Mae is…

  • Mae by Name, Frass by Spirit…

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    Well, that’s a question with more layers than a trifle! I was named after my Granny Frass, go figure! For those who don’t read my blog, she was my maternal grandmother, a pure salt-of-the-earth legend who now resides beyond the veil. And let me tell you, “beyond the veil” doesn’t mean she’s quiet. Not for…

  • Red Pills, Green Hills, and a Quiet Man…

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    Mae Faurel
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    Top 10 movies? Jaysus, I nearly spat my tea when I read that prompt. I haven’t set foot inside a cinema in donkey’s years! Truth be told, I can’t even remember the last film I watched in an actual theatre. Do they still sell the buckets of popcorn the size of a small child? Or…

  • Writing It Out…

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    Mae Faurel
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    Well, I guess I’ve always written in one way or another, though not the way I do now. Back in the day, it was things like employee manuals, business correspondence, and all that serious, structured stuff. Before that, as a teenager, I kept a diary… until my Mam read it. That was the end of…

  • How Ideas Find Me (Whether I Like It or Not)…

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    Mae Faurel
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    Where Do My Quare Ideas Come From? Someone asked me the other day where I get my quare ideas for my posts. Now, I wish I could tell you there was some grand, mystical process. I sit in a candlelit room, summoning the muses while wearing a flowing robe, and they whisper inspiration into my…

  • Message from Beyond -Granny Frass..

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    Mae Faurel
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    “Granny Frass Says: Step Away from the Clouds”… Well now, Mae girl… I’ve been keeping an eye on you this week, and I swear, your head has been spinning like the clothesline in a gale. You’ve been hopping from one thought to another so fast, I’m dizzy just watching. First, the weather. Lord save us,…

  • Keep Calm and Mind the Turf…

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    Mae Faurel
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    Keep Calm and Mind the Turf… Some countries have emergency preparedness plans that involve complicated kits, evacuation routes, and color-coded threat levels. In Ireland? We’re a bit more… practical. Step 1: Check the weather.This is less about knowing what’s coming and more about preparing yourself for the fact that the forecast will be wrong anyway.…

  • The Day a Butterfly Went Bargain Hunting…

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    Mae Faurel
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    When Butterflies Walk Through the Door… I was in the charity shop yesterday, doing my usual, folding, tidying, chatting away, when a butterfly just floated in through the door. Not in a hurry, not panicking like some stray wasp… no, this one was gliding like it owned the place. Last year, I saw none. Not…