In Your Own Words
I have rituals today and tomorrow, and I am so tired. I didn't get enough sleep last night. I kept waking up. And I'm staying up all night to watch the election because, you know, international side-show. I love the commentary on this shit. BBC rocks my world.
But I have rituals to do and I'm so tired. And I have words to write, and I am so tired. And. And it's sunny! God, you guys. I am writing this part of the entry last, like hours after down in Eureka, and so I've been out this afternoon and it was so goddamn bright outside. I wear specs so I don't have any sunnies, and I wasn't really in the mood to take a parasol and the stupid sun hurts my eyes. And then I couldn't even find anything I wanted so I spent all that time slathering on sunscreen for NOTHING.
GOD I HATE SUMMER. Just leave me here in my dark cave to DIE.
Although the sky was a lovely shade of blue and things are all green and the breeze was rather lovely. But jesus christ I need to live closer to the poles. One pole or the other, I mean. Summer, man. Fuck that.
Post a Pic
Gawd. Pics. OK, well, here is a picture from someone else this month. I was looking through my favourites folder and it reminded me of the post I made last week, about the path through the woods. This isn't want the path in my head looks like, but it's pretty, and evokes the same sort of whatsit.
What have I been listening to lately, aside from Theatre is Evil.... a lot of Emilie Autumn, actually. I've been a bit slow to get into her new album, but "Girls, Girls, Girls!" is amazing, and so is "One Foot in Front of the Other". None are particularly Pagany but I thought I'd mention them because... well, I don't know, I guess it's interesting to know the music that stirs people. Anyway, on a more relevant note, I'm a big fan of the Mediaeval Baebes. Much of their music is Christian, just because of the time frame they're drawing from, but they have some more general stuff as well. I love them.
Here is Scarborough Fayre:
Like every year, I am participating in NaNoWriMo. This year, with an hour to go before the clock ticked over to November 1st, it occurred to me that I should probably accumulate some characters. With no other real recourse, I grabbed some tarot cards and drew out some random cards to be my characters.
And it worked really really well. Like, exceptionally well. Every card was not only bang-on the sort of character I was looking for, but even the quote that came along with it in the accompanying book seemed to sum up the right character for the right role in the right story. It was amazing. I filled out my cast in about fifteen minutes, with figures and roles I hadn't even thought about using. Of course it helped that the deck is a really good match for character work, with the vivid images and the sense of a story to it. I was still very impressed with the ease at which things came together.
My Eureka of this exact moment is that it is Walpurgisnacht and I still haven't bought something for Hel. Am thinking absinthe? but we'll see how things go when I get to the booze shop and see what their prices are.
Turns out there was nothing there that particularly caught my eye. Looks like red wine or mead for Hel and framboise for Freyja and Freyr tomorrow.
And I don't have anything else to eureke about at the moment, I must confess. Most of my life at present is comprised of writing nonsense at a frenetic pace, and then pausing to obsess about Boardwalk Empire or Downton Abbey. And my studies have suffered for it. I'll feel bad tomorrow, but right now I just want to crawl into a hole and fall asleep.