Welcome to the Honey Pot.

Welcome to the Honey Pot.

This blog is my tiny dimension in the vastness of the blogosphere of the over opinionated, the self-indulgent, and general blow hards, to create as I please. Be it prose, thoughts, rants, opinions, ramblings, discoveries, or photos or on the rare occasion paintings, one and all I aim to share and allow serendipity to do her thang.

Allow me to introduce myself. I am Melissa Morgan-Heim. Melissa, my given name, means honey bee in Greek and generally translated as sweet as honey. Also, was the name of the Greek princess from Crete who turned to a honey bee after learning to collect honey. My surname, Morgan, means "bright sea and dwells by the sea" in Welsh, and my married name Heim means "Home" in German.

The pot where my sweet honey of creative juices shall flow with viscous thoughts and golden words. Where a reader may allow me to sweeten their cup of morning Earl Grey, their afternoon cup of Darjeeling or their evening mug of chamomile tea and on the occasion (probably more often than not) provide enough spice to make chai.

I aspire to be a writer of some sort, or sort of a writer would probably be more accurate. According to writers with whom I have engaged, my proclitivity to procrastination qualifies me.
I am currently rotating through, a short sexy steamy story. A novel of a woman who loses her mind only to find she was robbed of it. A childrens story, inspired by my daughters, of princesses and dark forests, of a devious gecko and a staircase that leads to underground frenzied flames (pretty dark for a children's book I know, I'm working on lightening it up a little, the flames aren't quite bright enough). I also have my eyes set on a romantic novel where upon the universe has bestowed upon the heroine a gift.

And last but not least, a novel named "The Chosen One" which is about the rapture. Christ is reincarnated in the form of a young girl born to a family of misfits chosen by the little girl's mother of a previous life. Unable to provide the correct conditions for the child to bring the rapture in that life, she must try again in this next life. The little girl's absent father from her previous life has been yanked away from his afterlife of comforts by the scorned mother and returned to Earth as a bum to protect and guide the child until her purpose comes to fruition. But the rapture is not dependent on the child but of the mother and father resolving the issues of their previous life.

Hopefully that made sense, if not, add a little more honey to your tea, stir, listen to your spoon clink against the sides of your tea cup, peak out your window at the weathered sky and try not to mourn the previous minute you spent reading the ridiculous synopsis above that you will never get back.

Allow me to introduce myself again. I am Melissa Morgan, the sweet honey bee inviting you into her home of the bright sea and this little virtual stage is The Honey Pot. Thank you so much for stopping by and please feel free to say hello or whatever else may be on your mind.

Peace, Love and Happiness
Melissa
The Queen Bee