Bobbie Kinkead

Biography

Bobbie Kinkead loves story. She is a creative illustrator, accomplished writer, and superb storyteller. Today she blends her skills of illustrating with written and spoken words to produce stories for others to enjoy.

Smashwords Interview

What's the story behind your latest book?
As a young toddler in Grandma Anna Jones' garden, I met my Faery while I watched faeries flutter in the flowers. I do have a drawing of her looking at me I created some years ago while taking classes about Clairvoyance and Healing at Heart Song School.

I took my Faery to my Grandma Bessie home, who was my babysitter. Grandma Bessie had an apple and cherry trees, chickens, a goat, cats, and garden full and flowers where my Faery played. She danced and flew into many adventures.

My Faery followed me to the forests below Pike's Peak while my father cut timber. There the stories of bears and fishing existed, and of course, when I picked flowers I made-up my stories of my fairy who flattered and danced.

When we came down from the mountains so I could go to school in Colorado Springs, my Faery was not allowed in the classrooms. She waited until I walked home and came when we camped in the mountains.

To our home on 18th Street, Faery came. She flittered at a creek which flowed and wandering by the old Golden Cycle Mill. Our house was between two railroads tracks; one traveled from the gold mines of Cripple Creek with gold ore and the other traveled to Denver with bars of gold. The mill was closed. We never went there because of the bums.

From that house down a gravel road across a set of railroad tracks and then on a path cut under the barbwire fences and on an entangled trail to Fountain Creek, we traveled. My Faery was in loved. She danced. She played. She sang. The creek provided a stage for drama, one marvelous and a happy time. We build dams, found mica and turquoise, captured frogs, fished and from an old Cottonwood tree, we swung across the creek on a long cable rope left by the workers from the old gold mill.

I actually drew a picture of my Faery when I was in Junior High. The teacher allowed stories. The penciled drawing had faeries in long dress and wings fighting some ominous demon, very biblical, I had read Grandma Bible. My Faery had the demon on the ground with a stick.

In the 60's, while high school and college, my entrancing Faery stole away, resting on a dormant dandelion, forgotten by my adult. She did arrive on camping trips or when I drew and painted in the mountains or gardens.

When I taught first grade in Alaska, she loved the children. As she did when I taught art in San Francisco, she flittered and flipped through the children's fun.

In the late 70's at the Oakgrove house, when I had my children and ran a preschool; she again was happy with the children. Also when I garden in my yard, she floated in the flowers, hiding in the bushes, sang songs, and danced, and laughed.

I decide to draw her. Capturing my Faery not easy. She danced from my drawing table, fluttering disappearing then reappearing with flickers of light and laughter. Finally, I thought, where do I see her? Of course, on a dandelion! So I drew her sitting on a flower of a big dandelion. I had my Faery's attention! She sat quietly smiling at me. I tried to paint her face, which kept changing.

So, I thought I will write her story. After a search I had perfect the name, Rhyonna, usually spelled Rhiannon and meant nymph or goddess, fitting: she actually accepted the name. I couldn't visualize a plot for her story. Then, on a camping trip at a lake with hundreds of dragonflies, dandelions, and ladybugs; my daughter and her friends said, 'trapped her in a dark cave'. They looked at me, 'a faery, get it', 'faeries like to fly,' 'they like light'.

Now caught in a dark damp cave, I created the nemesis; a horrible mutant mold, a metaphor for an insistent critic, a sugar or a drug addiction. This mold caused damaged her wings. She had to escape or die.

In the early 80's, in Marcy Alancraig's creative writing class, I composed a 25-page prose poem written in present tense and narrated in the first person, so the sounds of s's resembled flying.

In the early 90's, I packaged and submitted Rhyonna's story to 120 New York editors. One editor like Rhyonna's world and asked for me to rewrite in the past tense, no poem, no first person. at That this time, these were not vogue in the publishing world.

In past tense, in my visual mind, Rhyonna was held behind a frame and stopped moving. In third voice, my Faery was not present. The editor was not charmed, neither was I n or Rhyonna.

For the next ten years, while gardening for my neighbors, I wrote and rewrote the story. Rhyonna loved the gardens, flutter, singing, laughing, delighted again in her natural realm. I created a subplot with flying students. Rhyonna because she loved flying and became a flying teacher, her title 'Bonnie Rhyonna Faerly of the Blackberry Village, Teacher of the Wee Ones.'

In 1999, my computer burned and damaged the save disc, wiping Rhyonna out. I sickened figuring my Faery did not like the story. I smashed that computer and buried it in the backyard.

Luckily, I found an old printed hard copy of the 25-page prose poem and started again. I put Rhyonna b
Do you remember the first story you ever read, and the impact it had on you?
The first story I read was' Little Johnny Apple Seed'. I was in third grade when my Aunt gave me the book. A short story with pictures of a young man planting apples along a country lane. Years later when he returned all the farms had apples and used them as food and drink for them and their animals, and had planted more trees. I took this to mean we follow along our paths and plant what we want. I blew dandelions seeds where I walked, so I planted my ideas. And who should come, Rhyonna, a faery, I meet at Fountain Creek in Colorado Springs. She lived in a dandelion and demaned her story. At first, she danced off my composing table, finally I got her into a story. Rhyonna now plants dandelions on the web while she streams.
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Rhyonna's Fright, A Faery's Challenge to Save Her Realm
Price: $2.99 USD. Words: 30,610. Language: English. Published: November 20, 2014. Categories: Fiction » Fantasy » General
BE WARNED: Rhyonna's Fright, set in an idyllic faery realm, is an exciting, fast-paced faery adventure with a bit of fun, horror, suffering, healing, friendship, with the saving of the Others. Faery Rhyonna loves to fly, only she is over-confident, so falls victim to a monstrous hideous Zzuf. Rhyonna's impulsive desire causes damage to her wings.

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