Day 06 Camp NaNoWriMo
Today I believe fate was giving me a guiding hand because I spotted a special offer on an editing package available for September. I sent off an email and was lucky enough to bag the final spot. So now I have something to aim for.
YouTube The Grey Selkie of Sule Skerry
I also came across a wonderful YouTube video the Icicle Divers swimming with grey seals. The short film was accompanied by the most beautiful version of the old folk ballad that I have ever heard by Maz O’Connor check it out. So very inspiring I’ve been listening to it most of the day.
‘The Great Selkie of Sule Skerry’ Teaser 2
I have been toying with the idea of using the original cover for Seal Mother as the basis of this new story. Love to read your thoughts, drop me a message below. Thank you. Click the image to enlarge (opens in a new window).
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Nursemaid (Main Character)
|Múirne||MUR neh ~ Affection, beloved|
|Grandmother Matriach||Brighde||BREE ju ~ celtic goddess of strength, Bree for short|
|Mother of Múirne||Alana||A LAR na ~ Beautiful|
|Father of Múirne (deceased)||Coinneach||KON ik ~ Gaelic meaning handsome|
In her youth Múirne was loved by many because her great kindness over spilled from every pore. Like her grandmother Brighde she had become a nurse-maid caring for the fishermen and their families, who lived at the furthest edge of the land.
Múirne had little time for a love of her own, always putting others first. Her father had been a fisherman, but like so many others he had lost his life at sea leaving a young widow and babe barely out of the crib. Alana the child’s mother was heartbroken and she became bitter blaming the girl, if not for the extra mouth to feed Coinneach would still be there. He would never before have gone out in an approaching storm, but they needed to eat so he braved the waves but never returned.
As the girl grew she spent more time with her grandmother in the small but homely cottage on the edge of the village close to the shore. Granny Bree taught her the healing ways using herbs grown in her seaside garden, and kelp taken from the water’s edge. As Brighde took more and more care of her granddaughter Alana felt herself becoming free of the burden of motherhood. Eventually she left the little coastal village with a fish merchant who delivered fresh fish to the hotels and taverns of the city down in the south of the country. He promised her new dresses, jewels and a warm home where no sea storms would ever pound upon her door again.
It was no great loss for the child for she loved her grandmother dearly and the old nurse was more a mother to her than her own ever could have been. Wise beyond her years the girl grew strong, intelligent and independent with a love for all things. Her caring nature passed down from the great matriarch. Life was good.
(Please don’t forget this is un-edited in Camp NaNo we are only trying to get words on paper. Thank you).
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