Of the many works of speculative fiction I've read, these three books stand out as being truly epic. They have very little in common when it comes to setting or flavor or protagonists. The first is about rabbits establishing a new warren, the second a far distant sci-fi human future, and the latter a far … Continue reading Reading that Shapes the Writer: Watership Down, Dune, Lord of the Rings
Reading that Shapes the Writer: The Last Unicorn
God I love this book. To this day it remains one of the most unique books I've read and was the source of my discovery that prose could be poetry. Peter S. Beagle is not just telling a beautiful and unique story, the way he tells it is, in and of itself, a special kind … Continue reading Reading that Shapes the Writer: The Last Unicorn
Reading that Shapes the Writer: Tolkien (Part 2)
Part 1 As a white child growing up in a 'colorblind' household I didn't notice the issues with how race was depicted in the material. Criticism there is fully warranted and I wish people adapting the work would realize that Tolkien himself, were he alive today, would probably have grown enough as a person to … Continue reading Reading that Shapes the Writer: Tolkien (Part 2)
Reading that Shapes the Writer: Tolkien (Part 1)
I was 12 the first time I read The Lord of the Rings. I waited until 12 at my oldest sister's request. She loved the trilogy and she was afraid if I tried reading it too early that a struggle to get through the writing might prejudice me against the story (it was probably good … Continue reading Reading that Shapes the Writer: Tolkien (Part 1)
Writing With Flavor
This morning I read a blog post with advice on how to keep writing on a blog simple and accessible. On the whole I agreed with the advice - if you intend to use your blog as a business. Since I don't intend to use my blog as a business, I'm going to feel free … Continue reading Writing With Flavor
Good To The Bone
I'm a good person, pretty much down to the bone. The religious indoctrination of conservative Christianity had me convinced for a large chunk of my life that I was a terrible person filled with darkness and dark desires, and that only the blood of Jesus could hold me back from depravity and hedonism. A life … Continue reading Good To The Bone
Happiness and the Conservative Christian Girl
For most of my life I've had to pass my happiness and desires through the happiness and desires of someone else, first. I couldn't just make a choice because it would be good for me and make me happy, I had to check first to make sure if what I wanted to do was acceptable … Continue reading Happiness and the Conservative Christian Girl
My Therapist Is Enabling Me
By which I mean she's encouraging me to honestly assess what I want out of life and to pursue a life that gives me happiness and satisfaction. And my poor brain just doesn't know what to do with someone encouraging me to live my life in a way that makes me happy and so it's … Continue reading My Therapist Is Enabling Me
A Walk Down Memory Lane
I'm holding the journal I took with me to Ireland 20 years ago. The cover is coral, with a piece of art showing a smiling ladybug sitting on a sunflower. Inside the cover is an inscription requesting the journal be given to my mother in the event of my untimely demise, along with her address. … Continue reading A Walk Down Memory Lane
If Only
I guess I'm grieving today. Grieving the death of dreams and wasted time. Which stage is anger? Because I'm angry. Angry that I was taught my happiness didn't matter. Angry at the stupidity of having my life crushed because old dead guys wanted to keep Patriarchy alive and kicking. Angry that my mom found safety … Continue reading If Only