I have really long, slightly bent fingers. According to certain family members, this is a Swinnerton trait. My sister on the other hand, hehe, pun not intended but anyway, has hands from my dad’s side of the family. She is Forrester hands. This means one thumb stubbier than the other (not that you can be sure with my dad since he chopped the end of one off) and a middle finger the same length as the two beside it. She’s lucky. Some of dad’s relatives have this on both hands and on both feet aswell. I have it sort of, but only on one of my toes.
I posted this photo on facebook yesterday, and one of my friends commented that despite knowing me for quite a while she’d never realised how long my fingers were. It started me thinking about how much of our family we carry around in ourselves that our friends put catagories as ‘us’.
A five foot nothing I take after my Granny Kitty more than my mother. Yet every time I see my great gran she comments on how tall I’m getting, “a real Swinnerton” with long fingers and legs. (She’s not a Swinnerton I’ll point out, just that side of the family tend to all be fairly tall.)
It just goes to show though, we are all a mixture of those before us. An eye colour here, a set of wonky fingers there and a hight limit that doesn’t always match with your parents. What we look like is generations worth of mixology and we’re just the surprise cocktail that gets served at the end.
So she says, trying to think of a way to make this random posts have some sort of link to creative writing. If there are family traits like bent fingers in reality, why not have them in writing. Why shouldn’t I give Tara [Darkened Daughter] the same ears as her great aunt Gelifid. [Made that name up on the spot, no idea who Gelifid is, a witch maybe. Executed by her coven for marrying a human… and enslaving the Kingdom of Lise to her every command. Allegedly.]
See, I’ve been barely able to write a word for Darkened Daughter in the last three months due to Uni work and in two minutes I’ve worked out a new chunk of history for my fantasy world, a new kingdom name for the expanse of unnamed land currently lurking on all my attempts at map drawing, and created a new character who may prove useful when writing about Tara’s interactions with witches. I suddenly feel all productive. Yay me.