Friday, February 25, 2011

Adventures to be had

In 2007, I spent a semester abroad at Kingston University in England. During Reading Week, which is a week long mid-semester break, a group of friends and I backpacked across Italy for about 8 or 9 days. It was amazing! More fun than I had ever had and truly inspirational and magnificent. We flew Ryanair out of Stansted Airport which was, in itself, its own adventure. I will be more than happy to go into detail at another time. That story deserves its own post. Rome was our first stop....
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I knew we were going to Italy but it didn't hit me until I got there that I would be seeing things I'd only studied or saw on TV.  Three years later and its still surreal. The trip was glorious. It is really easy and inexpensive to travel to other European countries from England. I was an undergrad with very shallow pockets- my funds weren't unlimited. We stayed in hostels so breakfast was included in the daily rate, we ate at really good but really inexpensive restaurants, most of the things we did were free or didn't break the bank and taking trains between cities was affordable too.That trip taught me how to live out of a backpack which has come in handy.

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

Enjoy- Arcane

Below is an excerpt of one of my short stories. I'll post these morsels every other Wednesday.

The wind was violent, invading. Its hands, it had so many abrasive hands, slipped beneath clothes to scrap bare skin. No privacy existed between me and it. The wooden bridge was empty but I wasn't alone. The wind walked beside me, holding my hands.

Opaque trees blocked my view of the city. Tall and unmovable, they stood as a barrier between me and the poison this city bled. I sank into imaginations. I was safe, at peace. My fingers were numb but I didn't shove them in my pockets. I didn't want to sever my connection with my only companion.The wind left me anyway.


I wanted to run, to seek the shelter of my apartment away from this forsaken world but something had led me here. It called me a name I no longer used. I was sure it wasn't the Secret luring me out. Those odious beasts didn't resort to those types of tactics.


The river was such a sordid sight, filled with rotting animal carcasses and human waste. I let the pernicious odor climb up my nose with taloned fingers and assail my skull. The ebb and flow of the waves stirred the death stew and brought to the surface new horrors. A pale humans hand reached through the muck, begging me to save it. I stared at the desperate appendage as stronger and bigger carcasses crowded it and pushed it back down into darkness
. This death was a reminder I didn't like.

The intimate breeze slipped into my ears. The question was simple. The voice was glorious as it eased away all fear and pain. I stood above my emotions and watched the battle of the filth in the water. Always the bigger creatures won over the smaller ones. I wanted to save all of them but it was too late for us all.

Monday, February 21, 2011

Visible through Darkness

"The real voyage of discovery consists of not in seeking new landscapes but in having new eyes."  

I"v lived in Brooklyn for nearly two years, not that long, and spend a lot of time in the city (Manhattan). Some places, in the city, I avoid because tourist are never in as much a hurry as I'd like them to be. One day, I passed a group of tourist all looking and taking pictures in one direction. I pulled myself from a fierce determination to get to my destination with as little interference as possible and wondered what in the world could they be looking at. I turned and saw this:

and this
Nice views I would never have noticed if it hadn't been for those tourist. What's the point?... Does there have to be one?

Saturday, February 19, 2011

Deathless Flame

"For we wrestle not against flesh and blood but against principalities, against power, against the rulers of the darkness of the world, against spiritual wickedness in high places"

I'm fascinated by darkness. It's not just the dark side of human nature that ensnares me but physical darkness as well. I love nighttime. How delectable it is to relax with only a scented candle proving light and sounds of nature in the background. No, I'm not a vampire and though I enjoy a good vampire story, I don't write them.  In my stories, which always contain the supernatural, darkness is both something to fear and something to draw power from.

Two gorgeous poems, Lord George Gordon Bryon's Darkness  and St. John of the Cross' Dark Night aka Dark Night of the Soul both embody what my stories are about. I just read  Stevenson's "Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde."  I'm still reeling. It's an amazing story, not at all what I expected. I read Conrad's "Heart of Darkness" years ago and plan on rereading it next.  I love how each work gives me insight into my own stories.

 I've started reading books about Carl Jung's shadow. I don't claim to be an expert on the human psyche but I'm intrigued by the shadow and curious how learning more about it will help my stories. I will, of course, post some of my thoughts on what I've learned. Comment, I insist. I welcome feedback and any tips about moving further. 

Peace

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Welcome to my world

The written word is my weakness. I adore writers like Edgar Allen Poe and H.P. Lovecraft who uses language so beautifully. I am a writer, currently unpublished,  and a lover of horror and dark fantasy. I've been thinking too must about what I want the blog to say. It's time to dive in.

"Security is an illusion. Life is either a daring adventure or nothing at all."

I love adventure and have so many stories to share. Hope you want to hear them. Creating this blog is my next adventure and I'm looking forward to it. I have an idea of where I want to go but right now I'm just riding the wind. Come on my journey. It'll be fun...