Anniversary Blog Fest: Larriane Willis

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Humming Birds and Butterflies
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Larriane Wills
I’m amazed that summer is almost over. Where did it go? Not on vacations. Who has time for them? My breaks from writing are short trips to the front yard when I take my dogs out and nearly always something I enjoy. Often, not every time because my head is too full of the story I left behind to answer my dogs, insistence they need a break, I think of the phrase ‘Stop and smell the roses.’

This last week walking out the door is akin to stepping into one of those animated scenes from Disney with butterflies floating across the screen. I don’t know what kind those inhibiting my yard are, don’t really care. They’re beautiful, oranges, blacks, and yellow, all different sizes. My butterfly bush, appropriately named, draws them in. They do share the space with the hummingbirds. Those fascinating little critters I could watch for hours. For their size, they are such militant creatures. Watching them chase each other off from the feeder I wonder how they ever manage to eat. I’ve nearly had hummingbirds in my hair on several occasions when they’ve been so engrossed in their battles they didn’t veer off until the very last foot to avoid a collision.

An added entertainment, on our short sojourns away from the refrigerated air and my computer, is one of my dogs has a thing about hummingbirds. Both my dogs are Maltese, a rescued pair I took when their owner had to move and couldn’t take them with them. Necco is the clown, but being nearly blind, I don’t believe he even sees the birds. Guy, on the other hand, takes their presence as some manner of invasion. Not like he could ever catch one, but he barks and chases them—as long as he can keep them in sight. They pop up into the air, hover, and stare down at him. Not sure of that white, noisy blob, no doubt not knowing the difference between a dog chasing aimlessly or a cat capable of springing after them, they fly off. He feels he’s done his duty in protecting the home land and trots off to bark at something else.

One bird, however, has the dog figured out. The feeder is at one end of the walk, the yard gate at the other. The bird, a brilliant colored male, takes off down the walk. Guy scrambles in pursuit until he reaches the gate. I laugh. Guy is at the gate barking in the direction he last saw the bird going. The bird, usually before Guy even reaches the walk, hangs a sharp left at the pine tree just beyond the gate, flies around the butterfly bush, and while Guy is at the gate barking, he’s sipping his full at the feeder. It’s the little things in life that entertain—when you’re not reading a good book.

About the Author:Larriane Wills, a multi-genre author, also writes under the name of Larion Wills. From science fiction to western romances she holds up to her tag of ‘two names, one author, thousands of stories.’

Born in Oklahoma, but raised in Arizona she feels a native to the state and has settled in the high desert country. In a quiet, rural area with a family who tolerates her writer’s single-mindedness, she presents us with unique science fiction and fantasy while under Larion Wills still produces western and contemporary romances, many laced with paranormal settings, all with strong characterizations and suspenseful plots capable of dragging you into a story in a genre you thought before you didn’t care for. At her website, http://www.larriane.com you can keep abreast of releases under both pen names, keep up with new releases through various publishers, and she invites you to contact her at larriane@hotmail.com

Larriane Wills AKA Larion Wills

two names, one author, thousands of stories

http://www.larriane.com
https://museituppublishing.com/bookstore2
http://store.secretcravingspublishing.com/

COMING SOON Bonds of Time

Judith gave up on the world long before those fools destroyed it. She didn’t run out of her forest looking for survivors, didn’t seek out those she knew of. She wanted nothing to do with any human until Garth fell out of the sky. He aroused one emotion she had left, curiosity. Where did he come from and how did he get there? Why did he have a perfect adult body and the mind of a child? What terrified him? To get the answers she must first educate him and then protect him from the survivors down the mountain, wanting a healthy, mature male to rebuild the human race.

Comments

  1. Summer does seem to go faster than any other season. Thanks for the great post.
    debby236 at gmail dot com

  2. Birds are fun to watch. There was a raven who would torment my dog every chance it got.
    Kit3247(at)aol(dot)com

  3. ummm, I don’t see my posts. i hope they aren’t getting lost

  4. that one showed up. don’t ya just hate it when internet eats something you took all that time to write. I did answer you Debby and Kit, honest

  5. ya gads, another one gone. I need to be a robot. i bet one could read those code things better than i can–with my glasses on.

  6. OMG ,Lorriane this has got to be the best one yet ,tho my fav is still through the looking glass ,hows everybody ,

  7. thank you, Helene. it’s been a while since Larriane’s come out to play with science fiction. got her on a roll. there’ll be another BRAND NEW one come out in Nov. The Bastards of Ran. My publisher and editor say it the best one yet. Got to love Portal though. don’t you wish you had a glemm?

  8. Here’s a excerpt from Bonds of Time.
    A rumbling sounded like thunder in a cloudless sky. A flash lit the area, more akin to heat lightning than an electrical charge, and a body fell to the ground from some twelve feet or so above, coming from nothingness. Her hair settled, the sound disappeared, and there were no more flashes.
    Just the body.
    She stared at it, and it wasn’t what she expected. Aside from something abnormal, one didn’t expect what appeared to be a perfectly normal human being to fall out of the sky.
    He appeared to be a normal, though superior in body structure, with facial features more regular than most. Still not abnormal. Obviously one male still lived who was not old and decrepit, but where did he come from? And how, in this world, before or now, did the technology exist to drop him there?
    His chest rose and fell, his breathing erratic. The trip, wherever it had been from, did not seem to have been an easy one.

  9. I’d love to see those butterflies and hummingbirds. Two of my favorites in nature.

    kareninnc at gmail dot com

  10. Karen, i’ve made three trips to NC now and i don’t remember seeing either there. you do have them, yes? if our desert does, surely your lush forests do. that is absolutely beautiful country

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