Fantasy - N. J. Lindquist

Fantasy

Princess Persnickety ARC cover The original opening for the fantasy:

Of course her parents didn’t actually christen her Princess Persnickety. Her name was actually Princess Amber. They called her that because even as a newborn infant she had beautiful amber hair. So Amber it was in the beginning.

But it wasn’t long (a few years doesn’t seem that long when you’re looking back) until someone (her maid if you care to know) referred to her (to the cook) as Princess Persnickety. The name stuck.

Her mother was quite annoyed when she first heard it, but not two weeks later, in a bit of a rage because her young daughter was refusing to wear anything other than one tattered green dress, she blurted out the name. As her mind came to realize what her lips had just uttered, she clasped her hands to her mouth.

The King, who happened to be in the room at the time, just laughed and said the name suited Amber much better than Amber. Besides, by that time her hair had assumed its real colour and “Dark Brown” would have been a more accurate name.

So Princess Persnickety she became and, truth to tell, the Princess rather liked it. She was actually quite proud of the name and the meaning behind it. She’d much rather be known as a persnickety person than a dull one, and Amber seemed very dull to her.

Chapter 1:

“That’s the last straw!” Princess Persnickety said.

“Is it?” said her companion, a young man who was seated on a single bale of hay that had been set against the one of the end walls of a cavernous barn. “It didn’t take very long. Are you sure it won’t fall apart the first time you wear it?”

“It’s a perfectly fine hat!” The Princess, currently dressed in a gossamer green gown with tattered edges and a droopy sash, set a large-brimmed straw hat on her head, put her hands on her hips, and glared at Stefan, her childhood playmate and the only person in the Kingdom of Spiffinia who seemed able to navigate the up and down nature of the Princess without getting exasperated, walking away in a snit, or having his feeling hurt.

Stefan cocked his head on one side. “Well, it’s a hat,” he said. “More or less.”

“It’s quite good enough! And anyway, how many princesses do you know who can make a hat?”

Stefan didn’t bother to mention that almost any servant could make a hat. “I don’t know any other princesses,” he said instead. “You’re the only one. Except the ones in stories, of course. Cinderella. Sleeping Beauty. Snow White.”

“Fairytale princesses!” she scoffed. “Stories invented by man with a penchant for helpless females who needed some great brave male to come and rescue them. None of them are anything like real princesses!”

” Do you know any other princesses?” Stefan asked. “I don’t need to. I know myself. And I am quite real.” Her hat still on her head, she turned and strode out of the barn.

Stefan jumped up to follow her. But he hadn’t caught up when there was a sudden loud, blaring noise, and the two of them, along with every other person within the walls of the castle, came to a sudden stop and wondered what on earth was happening.

Written by N. J. Lindquist.

copyright 2009

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Donna Mann

Nancy – already your princess is considering what first place in your writing world she might have. When my grandkids were around my knees they loved stories where they could give me the first line. Telling them a story that way often left me thinking, "That wasn't bad." So I'd continue with the same story the next night. Then one night, I taped an episode and I was sold. From that, I started to write Grammie Books and the kids got one each year in their Christmas stocking from that time on. So keep on keeping on,  Who knows how this little princess might attract the spotlight in your life – in real life and the world of fantasy.

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Jenny Burr

Excellent, and riveting N.J. as it pulls the reader right in. I could see reading it out loud to my grade three class.

Glynis

Wonderful, Nancy. Write more in this genre. Absolutely riveting. I wish I was a princess reading your story all curled up in the crook of a big old oak tree. Your persnickety princess has presented an entire personality in this short taste. I love her. Good job. Write on!

Peter Black

And here I thought I was going to catch up on my TWG email reading and responses, but made the fatal mistake of checking out the Princess.
Attention-grabbing name and title, engaging character and concept, NJ. Your previous respondents’ comments are so right on.
Hmm. You’ve got to keep going now … seems you have a following for your new genre, already!

Janice Green

Princess Persnickity certainly has my attention. She might give Junie B. Jones and Judy Moody a run for their money. Persnickity has real class!

njlindquist

From the comments I’ve been getting re this, I’m beginning to wonder if I’ve been writing in the wrong genres all along. :)

Joanna Mallory

Love the humour in this, NJ. It feels like something designed to be read aloud so the parents/grandparents can enjoy.

Donna Bradley

I am enjoying your blogs and this story is quite delightful.

Love,
Mom

Wendalyn Love

Just the title of your story had my attention right from the start! I can’t wait for the next installment.

I am a new writer, a new official writer, I guess I have had a love affair with words all of my life. Now I am putting the words down and enjoying it so much.

I found your name of the list of speakers for the June Writers Conference which I was unable to attend, so I decided just to look up some of the names on the internet and I am delighted to have found yours.

I have bookmarked your blog. Looking forward to the next installment of Princess Persnickety.

Wendalyn

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