Picture me entering a dense wood, the dark forest of Russian fairytales. Over on the right, Baba Yaga witch’s house is walking around on chicken legs. On the left, an enormous oak tree might be hiding a beautiful singing Princess Bird among its thick branches. I often find myself in this choosing place in my life. I find myself there now.
What do I write? Do I get back to my Soviet tween fantasy? Do I try to revise that Russian folktale retelling, somehow cutting it in half? Do I write a guest blog post for GirlMogul.com?
What do I even blog in my own blog about? Dozens of ideas entice me: a ripe berry peeking out from behind a leaf; the funny tune of a bird I want to make out . . .
There is just so much OUT THERE, so much to explore.
Before me, the road divides into a dozen narrow pathways, and I want to take each one.
The Russian Vasilisa, exploring the enchanted woods 🙂 artist: Ivan Bilibin (20th century illustrator)
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