Here’s to the silent void we send all our stories into. Here’s to the hope they come out well. Here’s to the waiting, the listening the watching, the wondering if it was real. Here’s to the dark nights we all spend alone over black keys, crying into nothing about people we’ve never seen. Here’s toContinue reading “Here’s to the Silent Void”
I think everyone has a small grimy goblin sitting in the back of their head saying all the things we shouldn’t dare to do. Well. At least, that’s the way it seems. Mine is particularly vocal. And I hate it with a passion that is not to be denied. Most people would say caution isContinue reading “On Daring to Write…despite all the voices in my head telling me not to…”
Everyone has a Neverland. That’s what J.M. Barrie seems to say. He says a lot of other things that people have henpecked bloody over the years. That’s not the point. Everyone has something, somewhere, someone, they keep close when they shut their eyes. And, so it would seem, it’s only by forgetting, by refusing toContinue reading “Someday-Never”
So in the midst of reading Beowulf and falling in love with Anglo-Saxon poetry again, I started thinking about one particular castle I’ve wanted to visit and how awesome it would be to shout the Old English opening into the space. Ignoring, of course, that at the moment I can’t travel anywhere. But that doesn’tContinue reading “Life off the Page: Someday-Never”
I used to live in a house across from a long stretch of railroad track. I could hear it, at night, lying awake in the dark. Freight trains. Not the kind anyone rode. When it was far away, it would be just a wail, almost like the cry of an owl, but longer, airier. Lost.Continue reading “Unridden Train”
After knitting my way through Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone/und der Stein der Weisen (and winding up with a pair of fabulous blue socks), I happened to notice the English audiobook was two chapters longer than the German one. Couldn’t leave it unheard, now could I? It turned out to be another hour ofContinue reading “The Harry Potter Project…continued (Reading Update: July 3, 2020)”
It’s reading season. Every summer, when I got off from school, the first thing in order was a trip to the library. I waited every year for the summer reading programs. Not for the prizes or for many of the events, though I won and went to a few. I lived for the challenge. HowContinue reading “Reading Update: June 26, 2020”
Where was I today? Umm…playing “Meditation” on my violin inside a castle chapel/great hall and listening to the fantastic acoustics as my music reached the painted clouds? Serious, I wasn’t just daydreaming when I was reading. It was real. The castle is called Chateau Charmant, and it’s smack in the middle of a patch ofContinue reading “Life off the Page: Castle Music”
So I spent my Saturday with a group of mercenaries happily attacking each other with steel weapons, waving at the Queen, participating in the arrest of anti-heroes, and playing as much fiddle music as I could.
Is it true most people just have friends over to watch a movie on the weekends and order a pizza?
I’ve started to wonder. Someone said two words to me today. “Just another,” they were. The words sank down inside my head and stayed there, refusing to come out. Just another. One more, like all the rest. Just another one. Add it to the stack. It’s true. Lots of times, it’s true. We’re not allContinue reading “Remarkable”