Already you are crisping at the edges and dull in the lines, so I will do my best to salvage what can be. April first began with a skulking sense, sneaking out without telling or rousing anyone. In classic fashion I packed at the edge of the night. The day threatened rain and the mist stuck to everything, though not as dense and mysterious as that early morning arrival in Göttingen. I slept and read, but when I did look out, even as late as 11:30 there was mist on the hills and fields, diluting the sun. Continue reading
Skipping the city entirely, we visited the summer palace of Landgraf Wilhelm IX. If it had been two or three degrees warmer, I would have called the weather pleasantly brisk, especially as the prediction of rain was as high as 60%, but never really let loose. We had guided tours of Wilhelmshöhe, and Löwenburg but weren’t allowed to take pictures inside either. Continue reading
16.3.14 I visited a Bear Park in Worbis and a Border museum, both in Thuringen. I didn’t bring my camera and the only picutres I took on my cell phone was one foggy landscape and three shots of the same chicken. He was a nervous fellow.
Morning walk, mostly around the Old Wall. Lots of church bells ringing.
It wasn’t my intention to post fanfiction on my blog, but I’ve found it to be the easiest way to link share content. It almost isn’t even fanfiction, more like mini character exploration.
Persephone thinks that, until the day she dies, she will always remember getting a letter of acceptance from Hogwarts. Their mother was a pureblood Squib. No MacFusty had ever bothered with the schooling. Few of the clan ever left the islands or sought a different vocation; passion for their charges was as hot as dragon’s blood. But for as long as she could understand, their mother wanted Persephone and Artemis to attend a proper wizarding school, and even though their signs of magic were slight, it was enough, and she made sure they spoke English properly and had manners. Their father called her tutoring ‘unkindly’ and made sure they were at least as well-trained as any MacFusty child could be, knowing that their adolescent years would be lost from the dragons. Continue reading
The Hobbit: Desolation of Smaug (2013)
Director: Peter Jackson
161 Minutes, PG-13
8.5/10 on IMDB
74% Fresh on RottenTomatoes
Spoilers and ranting ahead.
This movie gets a SIDEWAYS THUMB. I will probably watch it again, but I was not happy.
Positives: Smaug was brilliantly crafted, on the realism scale of Gollum, which makes sense as these are from the same creators. Three cheers for Lawrence Makoare returning as Bolg! I bet he preferred having his face animated to the five hours of makeup and prosthetics for Gothmog and Lurtz. I finally appreciate the casting of Martin Freeman as Bilbo; I wasn’t crazy about the first movie, nothing against Freeman, I’m not a huge fan of The Hobbit to begin with. In Desolation, though, for a character with relatively few lines, he still has a marked presence, and I loved the evidence of the Took in him. Poking at a spider web, knocking on the stone door frame. Silly Biblo. I truly enjoyed the portrayal of Thranduil, though I was confused over what that face rot was supposed to correlate to. Continue reading
Author’s notes: If you have read the 5k excerpt, Jack is mentioned there. If you have not, he is one of Pax’s professors who later becomes relevant. This piece is pure dialogue, a phone call that has no place in the main story. If you like, note who says names where. Please enjoy. Additionally, the title change relates to ‘where there’s smoke, there’s fire,’ a personal subtitle for the narrative.
Title: 264 Miles
“Hello? Who’s this?”
“Jack? Jack! Oh, Jack, I haven’t heard from you in so long! How are you, what have I missed, oh, it’s so good to hear your voice.”
“I miss you, too, ma, and I just talked to you Monday.” Continue reading
The first 5000 words (plus a few) of the first draft, largely unedited. Please read to answer this question, despite it’s raw state: would it be worth continuing to read?
Achieved NaNoWriMo 2013 today.
Title: Smoke On My Lips
Five things to know about Pax Lebeau:
She has a habit of shoving things out of the way—clothes, books, general clutter—and stuff them out of sight—closet, drawers, boxes—until the mess overwhelms its confinement. Then she cleans out.
Lavender is special to her, but she has never exactly said why.
Dream catchers hang all about her room, which is decorated with wolf-themed material goods. This makes it easy to buy gifts for her.
The radio stations in her car and are all programed to country channels.
Pax absolutely hates peanut butter; taste, scent and texture. There is no hope for reconciliation. Continue reading
Title: London Bridge is [Excerpted from Smoke On My Lips]
Author’s note: At least a part of this will likely remain in the narrative.
It wasn’t until she visited Ian’s home that summer that he found out Pax could play the piano. She watched him plunk playfully at the keys, listening to him talk. At first, she leaned on his shoulder, but then she put her arms on either side of him and started dancing her fingers over the keys. Ian immediately stopped, and stayed still, leaving her uninterrupted.
“You never said you could play,” he murmured when the instrument fell silent.
“That’s all it is, though,” she answered, pressing her nose to the crown of his dark hair. “Just playing.”
Ian patted the piano bench. “Show me?” Continue reading
Another excerpt from my NaNoWriMo. Also unedited.
Title: Smoke On My Lips
There were nine years between Pax and Evander. There had always been nine years between them. Up until he graduated high school, it had never seemed to matter very much. He would play any role for her in the little stories she made up and narrated, wrapping t-shirts or scarves around his head to sport a different hairstyle, taking up props and planning secret excursions with her. He was perfectly tall enough to reach the snacks on the topmost shelf, but was equally willing to build a staircase of furniture and boxes for her to climb herself.
A part of her knew Evander did this because he was tasked with babysitting her after school. The rest of her little being did not care about this part. Continue reading