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The Color Purple, a Guest Post that is, ultimately, about nothing. Or everything. All I know is that I have never said “I don’t know” more times in my entire life. And it is now a Guest Post with the longest title in the history of Guest Posts.a guest post by:
But it’s okay. ‘Cause I have excerpts. Which automatically makes it kind of interesting.Allie Burke
The color purple. Why the fascination?I really have no idea.… But it’s everywhere.Something like two years ago, I sat down at my computer, and began writing for the first time in my entire life. On what would be Chapter Two of my debut novel, Violet Midnight, book one of The Enchanters series, the color purple would arrive.
Jane floated on her back on the top of the lake. Any other time Jane felt cold, forced to layer with clothes and blankets to keep warm. But not in the water. It always felt warm to her, no matter the temperature. The natural water soothed her.In a cloud around Jane’s body was a violet aura that slightly shimmered, the color of it gleaming like an iris flower lightly kissed by the morning dew. The aura protected her, providing a comfortable force of security.She opened her eyes and stared up at the night sky. She silently pointed out all the constellations, smiling at the sparkling beauties. She averted her gaze across the sky. She was not surprised that the smiling moon’s light magically brightened when she found it.Jane flipped over, dipped her entire body into the water, and swam towards the middle of the lake. Sparkly violet flakes trailed her. She relaxed her muscles, and let her body drift to the bottom. She moved her arms through the water in a squiggly motion, forming little underwater waves around her. Small species of green and brown fish arrived, circling her. She brought her closed fists to her face and concentrated, releasing any negative energy from her mind. The energy forced itself through her arms, down to her hands. She opened her palms and pushed her hands forward, discharging the negative force into the open water, encouraging it to swim away into the night. She closed her eyes and imagined a green hummingbird, fluttering from tree to tree, its sparkly pink neck shining in the afternoon sun as it roamed free. She opened her eyes as her violet aura broke up into little pieces of shimmering glitter and floated to the surface. The fish swam after the sparkles, chasing them, and as they reached the surface, they leaped from the water like dolphins. As the fish reentered the lake, they came back to her. Jane’s giggle made air bubbles, amused at the color of the fishes’ scales, now a deep, glimmering purple. They looked like they had been swimming in a pool of purple eye shadow.Jane closed her eyes, dug her toes into the lake floor, and swirled in circles. Her imagination shifted to a parakeet, caged, perched on a wooden log, chirping with hopes of getting out into the world. She stopped spinning, and slowly the purple color broke up into tiny sparkles again, returning to Jane from each fish. When she opened her eyes, she found her fishy friends watching her, back to their normal green and brown colors. They quickly swam away, each with a snobby look in their eyes, like they had much better things to do than to amuse her.Jane used the bottom of her foot to propel herself to the surface, inhaling a deep breath when she emerged from the water. She swam back to the rocks and climbed up. Sandals back on her feet, she made her way back home.
Why start with purple? Why not blue or red or orange or my favorite color, green?I don’t know!!Really, I don’t. I don’t know why Jane’s aura was purple. Why she had to have an aura at all. Why color had anything to do with it in the first place. Why purple would eventually amount to so much more than “the beginning”. It would BE, the beginning. It would be Brooks. It would be Enchanters and their history and their future.How a single color could mean so much, I also do not know.What I do know, is that it worked.Heck yes, it worked. And today, I can thank my shifty, unstable, all-over-the-place-and-out-of-this-world mind. For on that day, it decided to do something useful instead of just sit there and ramble at itself.I think, as writers, we live for that moment. That moment when we succeed to sift through the images, voices, scents, and, colors, tunnel our concentration and zone in on that minute detail that calls out to us. It calls out to us. Begs for our attention. And as you sit back and let out a deep breath just after you have finished typing the last words of your novel, you realize that, most if not all of the aspects of your story have stemmed from that moment that you decided to ignore the world around you and fall face first into your own head.Some people call it lucky.I call it inspiration.Turns out, I was inspired by the color purple. It happens. I’ve said it before. I’ll say it again.Inspiration can be anything.Why purple, I still don’t know. The color—the idea—it was in my mind somewhere.So I was… inspired by my own mind.Sure.Inspiration can be anything.The fact of the matter is, I’d never written a darned thing. But I had something to write about. So I did. And, eight pages in, my story was defined by some fascination deep in the shadows of my mind that I had no idea I had.These days, purple is everywhere. In my books. My jewelry. I saw a purple iPhone case the other day and got all giddy.“Ohhhh that’s soooo cute!” I remember saying, as if it was a puppy or something. I don’t even have an iPhone.Regardless, it’s all purple now. Jane. Abby. The love, the destiny, the history of the Enchanters. The history of the… Brooks.
Luckily, being married to Jane for five years, she had opened up to him, and he finally knew what the name Brooks meant, what the name Linden meant, Reed, and even Hadley. But he couldn’t think about that now. Elias was mesmerized.
(I did in fact just leave out what comes after that. There’s still some left in that same paragraph. Yeah, I’m that bad.)Tonight, as I take a break from Amber Passion, the third and final installment of the Enchanters trilogy, I’m in denial. I can emit the color purple from the cover of Emerald Destiny in its entirety, “pretend” that the last book is “called” Amber Passion, but, my efforts WILL be useless. The deepest shade of violet has already made its way into Amber Passion, even as it is only halfway written. Emerald Destiny…
Evan walked out to the porch, sat on the top step. Abby stood in the clearing, her purple aura burning bright against the black night. She waved her hand, and the moon appeared, centered in the clearing. Summoned—the moon—summoned. Abby formed two fists in front of her face, and outstretched her fingers, syncing her movements with some imaginary rhythm. Dictated, a white light flashed the woods, like an eccentric camera flash, temporarily blinding Evan with its brightness. Moonlight.
The Color Purple. It has served as a muse. An inspiration. An… opening to my mind. To a world that I have loved to live in… for years. A world that for the duration of my life I will always cherish.All because I… ran with it.Run with it. You might get “lucky”. Or inspired. Whatever you wanna call it.
Isn't that just one awesome post? I absolutely loved it! How about you, guys?
Both Allie and I would love to see your comments!
Allie, thank you so much for taking the time out of your busy schedule to join us here today! I'm looking forward to reviewing your books! Love you!!!!
He knew she was gone the second her cool touch withdrew from his arm. He never saw her but had felt her disappear into some cold, dark place. He perceived the black emptiness where she had been summoned, her deep anxiety filling his heart. But he couldn't reach her. He didn't even know her name.
Elias moved to Hazel Grove, California to get away from the rain, his parents, and everything that was taken from him in Hayward, Washington. But he thinks he may be going crazy when he starts seeing purple glitter in the air, the scent of rosemary is everywhere, and he is hearing a beautiful voice.
Jane is content in her life of solitude in the quiet town of Jasmyn Lake, but when her special magic sends her on a journey to meet the man she has been dreaming about for months, she cannot resist.
Look into the world of The Enchanters, where water has a sense of humor, trees scare people, and love - is destiny.
Allie generously provided us with an e-copy of Violet Midnight
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About the AuthorEvie is the Blogger behind Bookish. She enjoys reading many different genres, especially YA, Paranormal, Contemporary Fiction and Fantasy.She loves talking to authors and is always happy to welcome them for interviews, and guest posts. She also likes spreading the love for awesome books and chatting with fellow book-worms.