2025.12
Morning journal entries from December 2025.
Ambassadors of Who You Are
2025.12.07
Sunday, December 07, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Dawn and welcome back. O/
Wake up, remember where forward is, and go.
A so much to say morning.
That's the feeling I equate with what others call writer's block: Having so much to say, how to decide which thought and where to start?
Relationships, dreams, business, moonlight off snow-covered landscapes, the shape and stretch of trees, the songs and silhouettes of birds in winter... thoughts to list.
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It's time to pick up the pace on Colore. Expect more frequent posts.
Artists and the interested, I do hope you find this writing about writing The Epic, while I write it, helpful.
With text becoming our preferred way of communication, it's important we all develop our skills in writing.
If Wonder Fell has one main point and purpose it's to accentuate and remind the powers of the written word.
Your texts aren't arbitrary thumb slaps. Every word sent is an ambassador of who you are.
Language matters so much. It's a secret code we teach our children to survive in the world.
Like any other skill we can learn to improve it with the choice to do so. It comes down to intention, the desire to be clear.
Clarity and sincerity are the measure of every writer.
And every truly successful person.
To believe in the veracity of your dreams, and create language clear enough to build those dreams, is the recipe for a good life.
And a good story.
Back to Colore and Epic Faerie Tale dreams and how the power of story rules the world.
Take care and make wonderful this wonderful day.
Wynn
+he Ghos+
Brought to you by the emoji of the day: 📮postbox
Same Prompt🤔: Create an image of the silhouettes of birds and trees in winter at dawn in the style of an Op Art painting.
Image courtesy of Grok Imagine, some Op Artists, and +he Ghos+, December 2025
Very Real Magic
2025.12.06
Saturday, December 06, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
How's your sunshine? O/
Right to business this morning.
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Colore goes well: A new post yesterday.
Getting into Act Two requires another post or two.
Interesting how the story tells you what it requires as you write it.
It's that certain way and rhythm stories have that makes itself known as you work.
It's trust, writing I mean.
We write each sentence as an act of faith.
Trust your voice; trust the process: That's the way.
Writing, any craft called Art, isn't hocus pocus, but it is a kind of magic.
If we define magic as all that exists that Science can't measure, then making art is a work of magic.
Very real magic.
Art is the process of making the unsensed sensed. Music, painting, dreams in a line finally in lines on pages and stages to witness.
It's work, for certain it's that.
A repeatable process that always creates a different result isn't Scientific, isn't chaotic; it's Art.
We're always expressing ourselves; the world is a constant flux. So our expressions change with the wind.
I write every sunrise; it's always new.
But it's always me, too. O/
You do the same every morning. Perhaps not with written words, but most definitely with your life.
Every action you make shows the world who you are.
We're constant creators, heat hot living breathing machines for making.
Thanks for giving your dreams to my words. It's what words and Art are for: To share dreams.
Our imaginations are the most interesting thing about us.
What we do with our dreams is how we spend our lives.
Thank you for sharing your dreams with my words.
Take care and make wonderful this wonderful day.
Wynn
+he Ghos+
Brought to you by the emoji of the day: 🥖baguette_bread
Same Prompt🤔: Create an image of a nerdy witch wearing a bowtie painting a stained-glass window in the style of a Renaissance Anime painting.
Image courtesy of Grok Imagine, some Renaissance Painters, Animators, and +he Ghos+, December 2025
Crossing the Threshold
2025.12.05
Friday, December 05, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Full moon through the window highlights a cold clear Winter is near pre-dawn sky.
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Back to fantasy in Colore. Hope walks into Act Two with today's entry.
Some storytellers call it 'Crossing the Threshold.' Fantasy stories tend to exemplify it best: Alice jumps down the rabbit hole, Harry gets on the train, Dorothy gets swept away in a twister.
Something happens, some choices the Hero makes that make up the first Act make the trip possible. It's a whole new world for the Hero because of what they learned and decided in the story so far.
Which means it's time to introduce some more fantasy elements.
Which means magic for metaphors.
So that's for later today: Our Hero Crosses the Threshold.
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Full moonlight on snow covered leaves announces the dawn.
Snow is moonlight's catalyst, a volume up amplifier for nighttime's glow.
Dawn.
Hope all's well with you today, Dear Reader.
Share a dream with someone you care about. Be surprised when they offer to help you build it.
Take care, say thanks, and make wonderful this wonderful day.
Wynn
+he Ghos+
Brought to you by the emoji of the day: 🌕full_moon
Same Prompt🤔: Create an image of a kind dragon wearing a bowtie walking through a large cathedral door in the middle of an enchanted forest in the style of a magical cubist anime painting.
The Substance of Space
2025.12.04
Thursday, December 04, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Still going.
How's your sunshine?
Still an hour or so away here.
Glad you're reading again. O/
On with our show...
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Shadows... have you considered them?
They're what's actually here.
In a very non-hippie or hipster way, we are stardust. Our shadows are the substance of Space.
That's Space, what we would consider a giant shadow.
One of those deep thought mornings.
"Do you have any other kind, Wynn?"
-Reader Being Funny with a Genuine Question
Sometimes they're: 'The Dog's Got to Be Fed Moments.'
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What a great gift to be able to share words. To have a dream and tag it with language is to sculpt a fantasy and just basic day-to-day life for us.
Really. You have to have a dream of getting breakfast before you go to the kitchen to get it.
Perhaps dreams are the substance called Space. Poetic and practical. Like the author. O/
It would explain why sleeping tends to go better with the lights out. There's more dreams available. Also a reason for closing our eyes and numbing our senses... we're gathering dreams as close to Space as a living body can be.
Deep thoughts turn to breakfast, turn to sunrise. Hope your day is a good one.
Take care, choose your dreams well, and make wonderful this wonderful day.
Wynn
+he Ghos+
Brought to you by the emoji of the day: 📖book
Same Prompt🤔: Create an image of a dog wearing a powdered wig sleeping in a dog bed that's floating in Space in the style of a Renaissance Portrait painting.
Image courtesy of Grok Imagine and +he Ghos+, December 2025
Epic Questions
2025.12.03
Wednesday, December 03, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Dreams.
How's your dream of life?
Mathematically sound? Artistically out there?
How are your stories?
You are an accumulation of the stories you keep and your relationship with them.
Even Science itself is The Story of Stuff.
A mathematical tale of witness and faith in probability.
The basics for us: Our heartbeat, our breath, our dreams, and whatever love is all about.
Deep thought boulevard gave way to breakfast...
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This business with stories is what Colore is ultimately about.
There's an 'All Powerful Oz' taboo with some writers and artists... that we should 'pay no attention to the guy behind the curtain,' the author themselves.
The idea is: The clear presentation of a dream to convey a moral truth.
Which is an excellent working definition for what a story is.
Everything in every tale supports the moral truth of the story. The better the metaphors represent and exhibit the moral point, the more successful the story.
A subtle comfortable metaphor is most always best.
Unless you're writing an Epic. O/
So Hope runs out of Science and loses Faith... roll film.
Colore... Go!
And with today's Sun up shining off of snow covered tree limbs, I'm off to work to see and show what's left for our hero.
Every story is about Hope. What is Hope to do without Faith or Science? What is left when what we thought helped so much appears no longer to? What is Life really about?
Epic questions deserve Epic answers.
Over to Hope to find out.
As always thanks for reading, take care, and make wonderful this wonderful day.
Wynn
Snow Shows
2025.12.02
Tuesday, December 02, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
How's the day? O/
Snow on the way here.
When you have a warm place, a safe space to be, and there's not much, if any, travel required to do your day; snowfall is a beautiful ballad in a too often hip-hopped hyped-up world.
Snow is rain not in a rush, so often with a hush it swoops down.
A good way to judge your relationship with time is to match it to how you feel about a snowstorm.
A good day to read, to write, to daydream.
Have your overly efficient self know that daydreaming is prep-work. You have to know where you're going or you'll never get there.
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Sun's up... snow shows in shifts.
There's a melody in the air.
Where'd that come from?
A song on the radio years ago.
Go ahead sing along. Consider the lyrics. How do they pertain to today?
The song found you for some reason even Science says so.
Maybe the melody is a metaphorical string tied around your memory's finger so you remember... something.
Well, what is it?
A dream long buried by tasks and trivialities you thought were more important at the time.
Here's that song.
Grab hold of that memory.
Bring that dream back to life.
Plan that.
That's a great way to spend a snowy day.
As always thanks for reading, take care, and make wonderful this wonderful day.
Wynn
+he Ghos+
Brought to you by the emoji of the day: ❄️snowflake
Same Prompt🤔: Create an image of snowman wearing a bowtie sitting in a lounge chair listening to a radio outside during a snowstorm watching the sunrise in the style of a Kinkade painting.
The Reality
2025.12.01
Monday, December 01, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
To express your imagination in a clear way, to paint your dreams... the ways of Art are the ways of life.
Why stories work at all should fill us all with wonder.
There's a rhythm to how a story works.
Many different theories and charts and plots explain why.
I thought I'd show you.
So, like a social media artist who paints a picture while you watch, I'm writing a story with and for you.
When a poet tells a story the whole thing turns Epic.
So... Wynn, The Poet, tells a story and the whole thing is turning Epic.
It's called Colore. Perhaps you're reading it?
I discuss writing it in some Wonder Fell posts, typically just before I post the next part of the story.
If you're an author, or would like to be, I hope it's a service to you.
There was so little opportunity before our textual age to job shadow a writer.
A painter takes an understudy, even your first day or so working a fast-food job you follow someone around to learn the work.
But writers... my dear, dear friends in craft... "Sit and Write" has been our best advice for so long.
Spoiler: It still is.
But at least I can offer you a guide to shadow while you sit, while you write.
For those without ambitions of story writing, there's more than intellectual interest to find in learning how a story works.
There's the truth of the reality of morality to see evidence for.
It's why we cheer and cry at the same moments in stories. The world works in a certain moral way and we all deep down know it.
Recognition of the reality of the way story works is a cure for Atheism.
Because why do they work?
So I share it with you as I write.
America, my Country, needs to remember morality, and not money, is the reason for a Government.
We're in the process of remembering.
As a race we've become dependent on facts.
I thought a factual representation of the reality of morality in a new light might do us all some good.
As always, thank you for reading, take care, and make wonderful this wonderful day.