The same themes that appear in my books also tend to pop up in other areas. I never go too long without drawing some version of Blue, my wolf-creature from the Serene Sundown series. And, since that story found its beginnings in Hawaii, I also tend to use the Polynesian/tribal style.
I'm not a helmet girl. My Eighties parents weren't the type to argue with bratty me about whether or not I should be allowed to bike or skate without protecting my noggin. They left me to my own devices. If I smeared my brains on the pavement, my fault. I scarred every side of my knees and elbows, but my head never took a blow.
Until I tried snowboarding.
No other form of moderately dangerous activity, from kayaking to horseback riding, ever made me feel as vulnerable as snowboarding. I never did any winter sports when I was young. Learning to stay upright on snow while strapped into a large chunk of plastic almost broke me.
Still, I didn't wear a helmet until a couple of years ago. I didn't want to spend the money, they were uncomfortable, and they obstructed part of my vision.
Then, God gave me a sign.
While volunteering at the charity thrift store, I was chatting with other fellow volunteers about an upcoming snowboarding trip. Most of the regulars know my husband and I go at least once a year. I mentioned casually that I should probably start wearing a helmet. A few ladies (all much older) gasped and said things like, "What do you mean you don't wear a helmet? Skiing is so dangerous!"
I shrugged it off until one of the pricing ladies pulled a helmet from the shelf behind her. "What about this? Would it fit you?"
No joke, the helmet was my size and in good shape. I should also add how extremely rare it is to get any good quality snow gear in the thrift store donations. I can count on one hand how many times I've seen a snowboard helmet come in. The one she held was all black. I almost turned it down since it didn't match my gear, but I could fix that with a little acrylic paint. It was too perfect.
So, I bought it.
Honestly, I need to protect what's in my head as well as the outside of it. Writing is enough of a challenge without accidentally smushing my brain cells into a rock or tree. And, I'm blessed enough to have both writing and art skills. Some pink paint later, and the all-black helmet matched my board and other attire.
I may break an arm or leg on our upcoming trip, but at least my head will survive! Gotta protect the creative ground zero.
And if you see me at the mountain, on my face in a snow drift or other, feel free to say hi!
Keep on smilin'!
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