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Telling Tales and Whispering Secrets 

A bit of fantasy alongside the current human condition

The Edges | Possibility Reigns

The Lady Elizabeth, In the Middle Series
Pastel Drawing
Chere Hughes


They just reach the crest of the street having chatted and laughed their way to the top of a long hill as there are many in San Francisco. The feeling of freedom encourages a pause. Finding themselves just past the respectable hour of night, the roadway is dark the lights of the city below illuminating the stars blanketing just outside their reach. Chilly San Francisco breeze passing though, they sit in the middle of the road Victorians like bookends on each side. Knees up arms wrapped around their cold limbs each has their chin resting. Just being integrating the experience with the present.


The long evening drew them to the Fairmont Hotel. Slow paced dinner at the Tonga Room, it is a marathon not a sprint. Champagne flows in lieu of Hurricanes this time. The band floats out onto the pool in the center of the restaurant. Their Polynesian style boat emanating tunes encouraging dancing. Giddy with bubbles and well fed, the group grooved to Supper Club music. A space that has withstood time, the vibe consistent tropical paradise since the 1940's. It's magic hour as each pair drifts returning to the table for dessert and after dinner drinks. As chatter finds more and more extended pauses the evening comes to an end.


"At the edge like this, you can really gain a sense of The City." Chere speaks in a reverent tone, just above a whisper.


"The edge of a bowl somehow." Josephine responds, her husband Scott nodding taking the last drag of his cigarette.


End Views

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Quite Simple | Yet Complex


The energy of what inspires. Where quantum realms meet old and new magicks. As I indicated yesterday, I've been studying for a long time.



At a young age, her eyes venture to most everything in her environment, including the living. Ever aware of her surroundings, she is not paranoid nor vigilant. It is a silent curiosity. She files and categorizes all she learns. Parents equip her a bedroom with a dark wooden set that includes a desk, filing cabinet and bookcase. Sitting in the adult size chair pillow for cushion and height, she's there for hours poring over magazines, encyclopedias and books. Pulling another piece of lined brown paper from the stack in her desk drawer, she uses her fat pencil to take notes, check items off her list and creates more to-dos as they develop.


The magazines are a treat from her Mum as she is given permission to cut out what she wishes. After a bit of reading and cataloguing, she ventures to her favorite task that is coloring books filled with labels. Her preferences are Gray's Anatomy and marine life, transportation coming in third. Selecting a topic, she peruses the labels, studies the drawings and only then decides on the color coding. Her mother, ever aware of her daughter's attention to detail, provides her a smashing set of colored pencils. Last task workbooks. She enjoys English grammar; however, science and then math are her favorites. Going through them quite quickly, her mother keeps her stocked with blank pages from the local TG&Y.


The routine complete, colored pencils and left-handed scissors placed in the desk drawer, she files and returns all her books to their specific homes on the book shelf over her dresser. And now to integrate. For that all she needed was her companion and her car. Transportation, an antique blue brocade chair. Securing her baby doll, she ventures all over the world often places she'd just read about in one of her books or the encyclopedias having the full set of Britannica at her disposal.


We all start somewhere

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Fire of Conception | Time of Day


The pattern surfaces, though I have the capacity to write any time, I'm drawn to the late afternoon hours through to the evening, temperatures cresting and then falling quickly. Those pesky tasks I mentioned in yesterday's blog must be handled so as to create an environment where the mundane is at bay, no shoulder tapping allowed. Magick as fingers moving as if I'm playing the piano; sonata mostly minuet at times elevated vibes: the what if's stream. It's dreamtime.


As afternoon ebbs and evening draws, my mind begins to bring the hidden to the surface for handling. Making copious notes throughout the day, the The Nine Trilogy reads with ease and flow, but is quite complex down below. The darkness inspires, always has. Inky blackness. The void is where the words originate, from nothing to something. Illumination rising from subconscious play having absorbed content that is now ready for the light, timely. The thoughts begin to rise as a happening, event, interaction, setting, undercurrent breaking the surface, now words. Drawing from long hours of study: esoterics, fringe science and magicks, the content weaves as streams enmesh with current culture. Characters act out the tales, secrets revealed.


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The Journey | To Destination


With the basket riding shotgun, I enjoy peddling my blue city bike through downtown. However, it is not a passion so to encourage the endeavor, I target destinations I truly enjoy. Number one on the list has always been the cemetery. It may be because I have had an affinity for the aged since I was a young child or perhaps it is Scorpio in my 10th house. No matter, as you know from my first post on November 1st, I served as mortician just out of college.


Journeying one mid-summer day, the beaming sunlight encouraged cyclers. Pausing at the Butler stop light, I was struck by perception when a fellow bicycler on the path calls out, "Pass me, everyone does."


My response, "It's the journey not only the destination."


She smiles in concord and I follow looking about the environment for what I hadn't noticed before. The cool breeze keeping the high altitude sun's intense heat at bay.


Most fortunate for me, there is an old cemetery just south of downtown through University. My eyes on the prize, I set out to enjoy points of interest along the way. Second love and motivation coffee, not surprising for a writer I know. It's either coffee or whiskey, yeah? Like any other quaint tourist - ski town, there are must see haunts for travelers. Once a newbie covers the coined famous places, we segue toward to local venues. For me, right now there's one just south of the railroad tracks and around the corner from the main drag serving up chill local vibes and another north with a cozy fireplace. When visiting Florida, I sensed the local haunts were often the Chickee Huts, but I digress. (Another time.)


Having delayed gratification long enough, I hit those iron cemetery gates where I often find myself committing to covering most of the cemetery: path by path, row by row. The large midnight black Ravens with their gleaming feathers tend to determine my pattern as I love to follow their calls. They caw deep resonating hanging together in groups of about half dozen moving to their subsequent landing as I draw near. Either the Unkindness (a.k.a. a group of Ravens) or I tire of the exercise. Once that game is over, I find a remembrance bench, read the name(s) of the no longer and nosh on a macro bar, cashew butter usually. Then it's homeward bound.


Making my way through the modern university, the paths and buildings sparkle. I cross the border; the open gates separating academia from the town. The change is immediate. New and high end meets traditional, eclectic and a bit shabby chic at times. I love that we can have it all. Interestingly, with my eyes toward the sky I see the trees, same. Light sparkles through, passing. My concentration skyward on the return.


And the process continues, summer specially. The FUTS trail here in Flag is extensive always surprises just how far you can venture. Perhaps I'll give it a go this winter as well, see if the snow has been abated in the main areas of the trail and bike paths downtown, sufficient for my urban bike's tires. As the quite cold crisp air enlivens the exposed areas, the bright sun that loves Flagstaff so much is a real draw.

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College Daze | The Smell of Books


Hands occupied by my searing hot paper coffee cup, they took turns. As I walk along the sidewalk, my eyes follow the shop signs leading me to the bookstore. I pause to see what's new in the window today. Maupassant, vintage and the new Grafton, used. I wagered the Grafton would go first and made mental note to keep tabs on Maupassant. Would the brown leather tome remain long enough to be discounted? Fingers crossed, I open the door. My still too hot coffee spills burning my right hand.


While I'm inspecting my cuff for the inevitable brown stain, the classic brass doorbell summons the owner. Bob is in today. I smile as he grooves with whatever I choose to do, always happy with the projects I take on. I love a dusted old bookstore, just sayin'. Perhaps I'll go with that, in one of my favorite sections of course.


I turn to see a customer is awaiting check out. Finding a safe place for what's left of my coffee, I put my satchel under the counter and assist. It's all done by pencil, add in your head (including the tax,) and then, punch the total into the register. I carefully place a bookmark along with their duplicate copy of the receipt in one of the books. Old school. No plastic bags. Paper or carry your reads out. We exchanged smiles, post my expression of gratitude.


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Why Orbit? 365 days, really? Don't you have enough to do?

Author, Chere Hughes


I've been asked several times why a busy novelist would do this. I enjoy connecting with readers. Of course, I am a reader myself. I consider that after 365 days, we will know each other. You will know my work and most importantly to me, I will know you and what you love about books and the fantasy sci-fi realms, and perhaps even your favorite dessert. While we're at it, mine is pot-de-crème. Yours?


So greetings. I invite you into the world of fantasy as I draw from fringe science, ancient esoteric writings and magicks served up on the platform of current culture. My reads are filled with magicks, villains, and dreamy worlds where you may sense that most anything is possible. Of course, as we know, there may be a price to pay.


As this blogging adventure unfolds, I look forward to hearing from you regarding what resonates and what entertains. I will continue to add value from my own stores of creativity and unique life experience. For me, the writing often comes from those dark spaces that rise to be seen. I write speculative fiction mostly adult, but have YA and a children's short story previewed on this website as well.


The focus for the first 30 days is the completion of The Nine Trilogy, bk1. I will chronicle my journey as I complete my first novel. In the past, I've written academically as well as in the corporate world. Creatively, I've developed short stories and a novella. This is my first novel and I am so pleased, I find stride in larger projects. Do you have a preference? Are you an article reader, blog reader, short form reader, novels? What's your pleasure? In this blog chronicle, I will share a bit about Nine gods and the mere mechanisms (humans to us) they play games with. I have an insider page on Patreon for readers and bonus, there's all sorts of extras going on there as well. To get a sense of The Nine, here's a preview: The Nine Trilogy Bk 1 Prologue


My groove has been a multi-path career experience as you may have as well. My first stop was serving as Mortician where I operated a funeral home in northern California. I thrived in the environment serving those grieving along with their dead. I just completed a novella called Electromagnetic that is inspired by my experience as a funeral director. A fantasy ghost story, Lilith and Otto are faced with magicks as earth's electromagnetic field is changed. Electromagnetic is available for download on my Patreon page. Those daily experiences as Mortician continues to inspire my writing.


I segued into the arts earning a BFA at ASU with a focus in 19th century photographic processes. I love the old processes, the sense of time they infer as well as the methods for it takes effort, precision and patience. Life is about the journey not the destination, yeah? I continue to be inspired by old photographs, but in a different manner today. I draw colorfully saturated dark pastel renderings that reflect my writing. I actually have award tiers on Patreon that include one of a kind original drawings that are inspired by The Nine Trilogy. I'll be sure to post some of my drawings here as we adventure.


My last stop before taking the plunge and working solely as a creative writer was a master's degree, M.Ed. I leaned into academia. I was teaching English and art when the funeral service education department realized I was a licensed funeral director, embalmer and had operated a funeral home, so I leaned in further and taught for all three departments. I still smile for I enjoyed teaching as well as working in the world of academia. The spirit of possibility, that seems an underlying current within college life, was fuel as I created work (art) and wrote.


Three years ago, it was quite sudden actually, I left academia making work and writing as Chere Hughes Studio. Today, I write. My background a bit unique living in world class cities and quaint small towns. I've worked in the death care industry, the art world, teaching. The thread, writing.


My pen is anchored here in the small mountain town of Flagstaff, AZ were I write from my sweet little abode as well as about town: the coffee shops, libraries, sidewalk benches wherever I land when venturing out on my bike.


I invite you to come aboard. May you be inspired, illuminated, entertained by the chronicle, essay and fantasy writing. The train has left the station, final destination and stops along the way: unseen.


My Orbit, 365 concurrent days of blogging right here. No fail. Today is day 1. I enjoy the process. I hope you enjoy the read.


Tell me what you love love about reading. Why is that? I'd love to hear.


See you tomorrow.

Cheers and best,


Telling Tales |Whispering Secrets Day 1


Ps- I posted an intro. of a story on Instagram and Facebook 2 days ago. It's about my foray into selling books. Perhaps I'll suss that out in earnest for tomorrow's post.


Chere is Creating Fiction on Patreon

I have content on The Nine Trilogy on Instagram & Facebook. Feel free to follow if you haven't yet.

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Telling Tales and Whispering Secrets - The Orbit: blog for 365 days

For an insider view: Chere Hughes on Patreon


Greetings Fellow Adventures


Nov 1st

The ORBIT begins


365 days blogging | 1st 30 days The Nine Trilogy bk1 manuscript completion

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The ORBIT - 365 days Blogging right here!

For an insider view: Chere Hughes on Patreon


You are in the right place! Beginning November 1st,
I will be sharing my Journey as a writer, share insights about The Nine Trilogy, bk 1 
(my fantasy sci-fi novel) and much more.

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