My thanks to Sylvia Ney for the interview on her blog, Writing In Wonderland. Click on the link below to read the whole interview.
Thursday, January 5, 2012
Interview
Monday, January 2, 2012
Happy New Year to everyone! I like the sound of 2012. It has a nice ring to it. Today, as it happens, is my birthday as well as the second day of the new year, so I get to start off clean and new on all fronts. Ferdy had a bath yesterday, so he's starting out the year clean and new as well. We generally bathe him once a week. We were advised to do it once a month, but he enjoys bath day so very much that we decided to make it a more frequent event. He's more relaxed on bath day than at any other time, lets his quills down, and makes happy little snuffly noises.
I don't do New Year's resolutions, as such. There's a general intention to be better and do better than the previous year, but I find specific resolutions (aside from the "made to be broken" aspect) to be more muddlesome than anything else. I certainly ended 2011 in a different (and hopefully better) place than I began it, and isn't that what ought to happen?
Still expect the "controversial" post on the health care system one day soon, but not today. As it is my birthday, and I spent the morning in dutiful industry organizing my fabric stash, and the early afternoon getting Aaron's oil changed and promoting Ashford, I intend to retreat downstairs, make myself a cappuccino, and curl up with a book until Aaron gets home, at which point we shall go down to Sporty's to celebrate. Hurrah!
I don't do New Year's resolutions, as such. There's a general intention to be better and do better than the previous year, but I find specific resolutions (aside from the "made to be broken" aspect) to be more muddlesome than anything else. I certainly ended 2011 in a different (and hopefully better) place than I began it, and isn't that what ought to happen?
Still expect the "controversial" post on the health care system one day soon, but not today. As it is my birthday, and I spent the morning in dutiful industry organizing my fabric stash, and the early afternoon getting Aaron's oil changed and promoting Ashford, I intend to retreat downstairs, make myself a cappuccino, and curl up with a book until Aaron gets home, at which point we shall go down to Sporty's to celebrate. Hurrah!
Saturday, December 24, 2011
Merry Christmas!
Yes, I know it's only Christmas Eve, but I intend to make myself very scarce online for the next two days, starting after I post this. Thanks to book promotion, it seems like I've been spending a rather large chunk of my time online lately, and I don't particularly like it. In any case, the internet and Christmas don't really fit to me. So I'd like to wish everyone an exceptionally Merry Christmas, full of all the things each of you like best (because there's no sense in wishing everyone the same thing, they mightn't like each other's taste) and now I shall go downstairs and make huckleberry pancakes for breakfast. Cheers!
Thursday, December 15, 2011
Controversy vs. Dancing Snow Angels
So...I promised my friend Tara, http://www.tarababble.blogspot.com/ a fairly controversial blog post concerning my experiences with our country's health care system. This week I'd been getting my ideas together and thinking things out concerning it. The plan was to write it this evening. Then a funny thing happened. This afternoon I had my regular ballet class, followed by rehearsal. Afterwards, I was standing out on the sidewalk with a friend while we waited for her ride, chatting about various things. There was a nice layer of fluffy white snow on the ground, and somehow or other we started making pictures in it with our feet, flowers and curlicues across the lawn. Then we moved to the other side of the sidewalk and made snow angels, a horse, a camel...running about like children, covered in snow and laughing. It was the best time I've had in quite a while, a delightful moment of pure enjoyment in the midst of more complicated life. I still intend to write about my experiences with the health care system, but I can't tonight. It seems so drab, and tonight I want nothing to do with drab. I will end my day with moonlight on snow and the sound of laughter, and leave more serious and dull subjects for another day.
Monday, December 5, 2011
The Elegance of the Hedgehog...and remotely related thoughts
This morning I finished reading The Elegance Of The Hedgehog, by Muriel Barbery. It does not, as you might think, have anything to do with hedgehogs, except for the single paragraph from which the title was born, but it is, in my opinion, a brilliant creation. It's the sort of book you absorb rather than read, an interesting mix of novel and philosophical work.
I picked it up this morning after Aaron left for work at 5:30, thinking that I would read a few chapters before I started the day. I was a little over halfway through it. I love those early morning hours. They give you the chance to prepare your mind for the day. Anyway, before I knew what had happened I was only pages away from the end and I knew it was hopeless to attempt anything else until I was done.
The final impression it left on my mind was one of beauty and triumph, contained within a shell of lovely, thoughtful prose.
“I have finally concluded, maybe that's what life is about: there's a lot of despair, but also the odd moment of beauty, where time is no longer the same. It's as if those strains of music created a sort of interlude in time, something suspended, an elsewhere that had come to us, an always within never. Yes, that's it, an always within never.”
We live for moments of beauty, however brief. The trick is learning to see. This may seem overly simplified, but I don't think it is. So many people stumble around blindly, thinking they are doing important things (like Rabbit in Winnie the Pooh, incidentally) but missing the beauty of life along the way.
“...This is the first time I have met someone who seeks out people and who sees beyond...We never look beyond our assumptions and, what's worse, we have given up trying to meet others; we just meet ourselves. We don't recognize each other because other people have become our permanent mirrors. If we actually realized this, if we were to become aware of the fact that we are alone in the wilderness, we would go crazy...As for me, I implore fate to give me the chance to see beyond myself and truly meet someone.”
C.S. Lewis said that he began his journey to Christianity from Atheism when he read George MacDonald's book Phantastes. I read Phantastes myself when I was in my teens. It's a lovely fantasy novel about a young man who finds his way into fairyland. There are dryads, both beautiful and frightening, fairies, living statues...but no mention anywhere of God, of Christ, of Faith. Only a piercing beauty. Reading that book makes me feel the same way I do standing in an open field in early spring, with no one for miles and mud between my toes, a cool breeze ruffling my hair. For C.S. Lewis, he said that what caught him in Phantastes was goodness.
Goodness, beauty...for me they are inseparable, intertwined, essential, and for all of us, no matter what creed we follow, they are things we can give to each other.
...I think I'm done now. The novel has been neglected today, but I still have most of the afternoon, and this blog post has been brewing in my brain for some time now in various forms. Cheers!
I picked it up this morning after Aaron left for work at 5:30, thinking that I would read a few chapters before I started the day. I was a little over halfway through it. I love those early morning hours. They give you the chance to prepare your mind for the day. Anyway, before I knew what had happened I was only pages away from the end and I knew it was hopeless to attempt anything else until I was done.
The final impression it left on my mind was one of beauty and triumph, contained within a shell of lovely, thoughtful prose.
“I have finally concluded, maybe that's what life is about: there's a lot of despair, but also the odd moment of beauty, where time is no longer the same. It's as if those strains of music created a sort of interlude in time, something suspended, an elsewhere that had come to us, an always within never. Yes, that's it, an always within never.”
We live for moments of beauty, however brief. The trick is learning to see. This may seem overly simplified, but I don't think it is. So many people stumble around blindly, thinking they are doing important things (like Rabbit in Winnie the Pooh, incidentally) but missing the beauty of life along the way.
“...This is the first time I have met someone who seeks out people and who sees beyond...We never look beyond our assumptions and, what's worse, we have given up trying to meet others; we just meet ourselves. We don't recognize each other because other people have become our permanent mirrors. If we actually realized this, if we were to become aware of the fact that we are alone in the wilderness, we would go crazy...As for me, I implore fate to give me the chance to see beyond myself and truly meet someone.”
C.S. Lewis said that he began his journey to Christianity from Atheism when he read George MacDonald's book Phantastes. I read Phantastes myself when I was in my teens. It's a lovely fantasy novel about a young man who finds his way into fairyland. There are dryads, both beautiful and frightening, fairies, living statues...but no mention anywhere of God, of Christ, of Faith. Only a piercing beauty. Reading that book makes me feel the same way I do standing in an open field in early spring, with no one for miles and mud between my toes, a cool breeze ruffling my hair. For C.S. Lewis, he said that what caught him in Phantastes was goodness.
Goodness, beauty...for me they are inseparable, intertwined, essential, and for all of us, no matter what creed we follow, they are things we can give to each other.
...I think I'm done now. The novel has been neglected today, but I still have most of the afternoon, and this blog post has been brewing in my brain for some time now in various forms. Cheers!
Monday, November 28, 2011
Giveaways and Such
For those who haven't noticed the nifty little widget to the right of this page, I am doing a giveaway through Goodreads for three signed copies of Ashford. It's a good way to maybe get your hands on one if you're interested but aren't sure about shelling out the cash. Signing up with Goodreads is pretty easy if you aren't already (I wasn't until just recently, being rather behind the times) and it's a great way to find out what's going on with your favorite authors and discover new ones.
Making progress on the new novel, though I'm not far enough along to share any real details yet. Hopefully soon!
Making progress on the new novel, though I'm not far enough along to share any real details yet. Hopefully soon!
Wednesday, November 23, 2011
Happy Thanksgiving
Just a short post to say Happy Thanksgiving before I go downstairs to bake pies for tomorrow. After several days of heavy snow, it has warmed up into the 40s. I took a walk in the rain this morning, enjoying the rain-smell and the freshness that comes with it. I love walks in the rain. I always feel better afterwards, as if my body and soul have been washed clean.
I'll leave you with a song I've only recently discovered. A gem, and it also happens to be on my pie-baking playlist. Cheers! And Happy Thanksgiving!
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