Great quote! Exactly how I feel about it!
The stupid believe that to be truthful is easy; only the artist, the great artist, knows how difficult it is.
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Bitty quickly and quietly closed the door to her room. She could feel the anticipation of the map making her want to squeal. It was so exciting to have something like this happen, but what did it really mean, and was it really real? She moved over to her desk and with one arm pushed everything aside. She threw the plain piece of paper into the drawer and began to unroll the strange creamy paper that contained the photo of the map. She unrolled the map. It wasn’t the same as when she had printed it. The white frothy bubbles had turned into many different colors. Where the bubbles had been were brown and green, like land. In place of the pale clear bathwater was a rich vibrant blue of a vast ocean. Bitty gasped aloud. Her hands flew away from the map. She was frightened to touch it. She began to pace back and forth in her room glancing at the map continuously. After only a few moments, that felt like hours, Bitty walked briskly back to her desk with the half opened map on it. She sucked in her breath and grasped the corners of the map and straightened it out fully. To her astonishment, words were written in a rich royal red, and more had appeared after she had taken the picture. Bitty pinched her arm hard, hard enough to make a red mark. She wanted to make sure all of this was really happening. She knew that it was really happening and her arm hurt, and the map was forming words and shapes in front of her eyes. Bitty squeezed her eyes shut. She saw images of a sailboat and a vast ocean and flying creatures flipping through her head like pictures on the TV. She opened her eyes and wondered whether it was better to watch the map growing and changing or to let all the strange sights jump into her head. She knew they had to be attached to the map somehow; there was no doubt about that. She just didn’t know what it all meant, or how it was happening. Bitty went to her bed and retrieved her journal from between the mattresses. She had better write all this down so she would remember the images in her mind.
She just finished writing down the last few details when she heard her mother knock on the door.
“Just a minute.” Bitty called grabbing the map and throwing it with the journal under her mattress. She moved to open her door.
“I just wanted to make sure you hadn’t changed your mind about the movie.” Her mother glanced around the room quickly then let her eyes rest on Bitty’s.
“No. I’ve got a book here that I’ve been wanting to start reading.” Bitty’s eyes shifted to the blue floral comforter on her bed. She had failed to let it fall back into place after hiding the map and journal under it. Her eyes flew back to her mother and she smiled.
“Are you ok?” Her mother stepped closer to her and looked into her eyes. “You are acting a little strange, if there is something wrong you can tell me.”
“Nothing mom, I’m just not up to a movie tonight.” Bitty smiled and hugged her mother, hoping to relieve her worries.
Her mother stepped back from her and smiled back. Then she walked to the edge of Bitty’s bed and began to straighten the comforter. Bitty bit her bottom lip behind her mother’s back.
‘Don’t find it, don’t find it, don’t find it.’ Bitty’s brain echoed loudly.
“Mom, you don’t have to do that.” Bitty touched her mothers purple blouse on the shoulder. “Here let me.” Bitty nudged her way in front of her mother and quickly smoothed the soft blankets then turned around to face her mother. “Well, maybe I can come down for a while; it does sound good to watch a movie together.” She knew that would be the best way to keep her mother away from her room.
“Really, are you sure?”
Bitty nodded her head and said, “Let’s go mom”.
During the middle of the movie, Bitty’s best friend Jelly called. “Hey, what’re ya doing?” She asked Bitty.
“Mom and I are watching a movie.”
“Oh, I was wondering if you wanted to spend the night?” Bitty liked Jelly a lot. She loved to spend the night at her house. Bitty didn’t have any brothers or sisters and Jelly had two of each. It was fun to have so many kids; they could play games of all kinds. Last time she stayed they played Monopoly and Bitty even beat Jelly’s two older brothers. But now that she had the map, she didn’t want to stay there and have all those other kids knowing about it too.
It was hard to do but Bitty said “Not tonight, maybe another night, ok”.
“Sure, well, bye.” Jelly sounded disappointed to her, but Bitty would explain it all later, she would understand.
“You don’t want to stay with Jelly tonight? That’s definitely odd.”
“Nah, it’s loud at her house.” Bitty smiled and continued watching the movie.
“I think I’m going up to bed now. Goodnight.” Bitty yawned too for good measure.
“Goodnight Bit.” Her mother called after her as she rounded the steps to her bedroom. She shook her head as she watched her only child shut her bedroom door.
Bitty locked the door of her room. She sped over to the bed and pulled out the map. The image was beautiful and pristine. Everything was outlined and named, charted with an amazing accuracy. She marveled at the pure beauty of the paper and ink in front of her. The map looked ancient. It looked as if it was from another world. She grabbed a scrunchie and threw her hair up out of her face. She gathered the journal from its little hiding place and sat down at the desk. She began to list the charted areas of the map. First she counted the oceans and the largest land masses. It appeared that there were three large bodies of water. The Sea of Ganthra, The Mightic Ocean and The Largonian Ocean were listed in large scarlet letters over the mass of blue oceans. She viewed several other smaller areas of blue that seemed to be smaller lakes and then rivers too, but she wanted to first list the biggest areas of land that had names. Two shared their names with oceans. Largonia and Ganthra were the two largest areas of land but there were three more worthy enough in size to list with them. Woodenthra, Draconvi, and Merchindia Bitty listed from the largest to the smallest. She also was excited to see that there were many islands peppered throughout the map with queer names like The Islets of Barognia and The Deserted Islands. She was lost in the map and didn’t realize the time was so late. She heard her mother coming up the stairs slowly and snatched her light off in time. All she needed was more questions. She lay awake in her bed, as she shut her eyes visions of water speeding by so fast covered any thoughts she was having. This time she relished the images of another place. She saw a battle of many people with swords flashing and bodies falling down. She became sad. Was this place in turmoil? Her wondering overpowered the sights and she drifted off to sleep.
So just tonight I searched Google for my name. I was very pleased to see all the links back to Amazon and other places my book is available. Of course there are no other Mauras where I am from, although I know there are more out there in the world. I was appalled and worried when I saw a link that said FREE ebook and FREE epub download! I thought how in the world is that so? I clicked on the link and it took me to Amazon to buy my book. Wshoo… Thank goodness. Although it did seem strange that a link stating my book was a free download really went to Amazon… curious!!
Feb 13, 2013 – Miller said she published under the name of Maura DeJaynes since she is engaged and didn’t want to have confusion about her works in the …
Feb 9, 2013 – Originally inspired by the imagination of her daughter when she was 2 years old, Monmouth resident Maura DeJaynes‘ first book, “Quest for the …
Between working on marketing Quest for the Mapmaker I have been working on the second installment of Quest for the Mapmaker. It seems that I have such limited time its hard to find time to set aside for writing. Im pretty excited though about this second book. The story is evolving nicely and these poor kids are really put to the test along the way. A few times when I have had to wait a few days to write more it just gets me all bottled up feeling. Its like time in the story is moving along and I cant wait too long to let it out.
I’m happy to say I’m about 18,000 words into the second book and I know it’s going to be longer than the first. Maybe if life slows down a little bit I’m going to find more time to write. Today I’m working on tiling our bathroom and tiling the inside of the shower. It’s funny because I’m working on tiling I’m thinking about my characters and their abilities and how it helps them.
Alright break time is over time to mix more mortar and keep moving!
I wanted to post part of my book here. This is chapter one and I would be happy for anyone/everyone to read it, but a request also, read it to a child… see what their reaction is and if they are interested to hear more 🙂
1 The Map
She grabbed the new bottle of soap with the red clearance sticker slapped across the label. The thick liquid poured out dark almost black into the filling tub. Bitty wrinkled her nose at the gloppy soap and wondered if she should even use it. It was just like her mother to buy something off the clearance rack, even something weird like bath soap. A Tie-dye rainbow of bubbles began to dance across the top of the water. Her eyes followed the mesmerizing bubbles. Around and around, thick here, thin there, she began to feel very relaxed in the colorful foam. She let her eyes flutter shut and in her mind the image of a golden medallion flashed. Bitty felt drowsy and let her eyes flip open. As she looked down at the bubbles, they weren’t colored anymore. Adrift on the top of the water, swirling in the mass of white foam was the formation of a map. Bitty smirked at her imagination, and swiped her right hand through the islands of bubbles in front of her. She lifted them and let them drip off her fingertips. She watched them land, splat. The froth shifted. In front of her in the mess of bubbles, was clearly the same image of a map she had just seen. Her mouth was dry. Bitty tried to swallow. She could hear her heartbeat in her ears. She sat up, reached both hands into the middle of the suds and smeared them back and forth vigorously. The water became calm and the map was gone. Bitty let out a sigh of relief.
“Whew, that was weird.” She grabbed up her washrag and began to wash her cheeks and forehead. She closed her eyes and saw the map, only this time it wasn’t made of bath bubbles, it was on paper, and it was a real map. Her eyes flew open and down. There it was again, plain as day, the same exact map made of clumps of bubbles only clearer this time. Bitty decided then that she was clean enough and jumped out of the bathtub. As she dried off, the map was still there swaying back and forth ever so slightly, how things do when they ride on the top of water. Bitty grabbed up the bottle of soap. On it the label said:
Its not just imagination you may find
A world in space and time
Look and see what you might
To save him is to endure the fight
Travel to win a must
Chosen three the ultimate trust
Bitty’s eyes grew large and she sucked her breath in. Her head was reeling. What did it mean, and what weirdo company made this map-making bottle of bath bubbles. She glanced back down at the tub and it was still there. This time it was clearer. And the space where she had sat was covered with more of the map and she could see shapes that resembled letters. The frothy letters weren’t quite clear enough to form words she could read yet. Her heart was racing. She looked around the bathroom. She wanted to find something that she could copy the map with. She thought maybe she could draw it, but knew she wasn’t that good. Then it came to her. Take a picture and print it out, but how could she go down and sneak her mom’s camera without being seen. Then she heard footsteps in the hallway, Mother’s footsteps.
“Bitty.” Her mother called through the door.
“Yes Mom.” Bitty said frozen.
“If you’re alright, I am going outside to water the flowers. It is so hot and dry that if I don’t they won’t make it another day.”
“Yeah, okay.” Bitty silently let out a sigh of relief. Now she knew she could sneak down and get the camera and get away with it. Excitement ran through her, and she knew she had to hurry. There were words formed across the map when she returned. Bitty took four pictures. She had begun to wonder how she could print them without her mother knowing too. This was going to be a little tricky. If her mother found out Bitty was using her camera and printer without permission, she surely would ground her and take the pictures too. Bitty hurried and dressed in her pajamas. She looked out at the yard on her way downstairs. It was getting later, but in the middle of summer the sun was still high in the sky. Bitty watched her mother swat a bug away as she watered petunias in a hanging basket. She could tell that her mother had not gotten far in watering and she would be outside at least another fifteen to twenty minutes. There wasn’t much time to spare.
Bitty ran into her mother’s office. The camera cord to the computer was already plugged into the computer. She had never done it herself but had seen her mother do it many times before. Her heart was racing. She didn’t want to be caught and be grounded. She found the cord and plugged it in. She glanced into the eyes of her father’s photo on the desk as the camera uploaded. They were her own mirrored in the man she had not met from the time she was an infant. Then, on the monitor popped the four photos of the map. Bitty squinted and leaned closer to the screen. One looked good. The other three were a little blurry. Bitty hit the delete button for the three bad pictures and hit print for the best picture. The printer chugged to life. Then she remembered that she should check the paper tray, but it was too late. The printer had already snatched up the first paper in the tray and was laying down the ink. She noticed that the paper was different than regular white paper. It was off white in color and had what looked like little threads of the same color running different directions through it.
Bitty ran to the window of the office and peeked through the blinds. She fell backwards a little as she saw her mother standing right next to the window watering rows of violets next to the house. Right then the printer spit the map out into the tray. Bitty picked it up with a smile on her face. It was perfectly clear. She hurried and rolled it up and grabbed the camera to unplug it and erase the photos. She wasn’t sure which button to push so she pushed several. After hearing the camera beep three times, Bitty placed it back where she got it hoping all the photos were erased.
She smiled back at the dark haired father picture as she opened the door and her mother walked in the back door at the same time. Bitty thought quickly.
“Mom, can I get a few sheets of white paper from your office?” Bitty could feel her heart beginning to beat against her ribcage.
“Only a few, I need those for work.” Her mother didn’t even glance at her as Bitty pulled herself back into the office and held her right hand over her heart.
After standing there for a moment, Bitty grabbed a sheet of plain paper, used it to cover the curled up map, and headed for her room. As she reached the bottom step her mother called out to her. Bitty stopped in her tracks, closed her eyes and said, “Yeah Mom.”
“I was just thinking since it is Friday night, why don’t we pop some popcorn and settle in to watch a movie. Something like Pirates of the Caribbean?” Her mother stuck her head around the corner of the kitchen smiling at Bitty.
Bitty smiled and slowly took another step.
“I don’t know. Um, I think I am going to draw in my room for a little while, if I’m done soon maybe. I’ve kind of got some good ideas and I want to try to get them on paper.” Bitty took two more steps towards her room.
“Oh, well okay. Just let me know then.” Bitty’s mother turned with a solemn look on her face.
Bitty felt bad. She knew her mother was lonely sometimes and she did want to spend time with her, but she just had to be able to look at the map in secretive quiet.