If I can't be a dragon-whisperer, can I at least befriend a talking dog?
My local smial (aka, my Tolkien buddies) read the last four chapters of The Lord of the Rings this month. It’s a tough section to read, because it’s sad, and because after the destruction of Sauron, there are lots of loose ends to tie up, despite the fact that Tolkien devoted roughly eighty pages to... Continue Reading →
They still had hope, for hope in the heart of men lives on lean pasture.~The Romance of Tristan and Iseult, translated by Hillare Belloc Fortunately.
This is the first November in twenty years that I haven’t taken on the National Novel Writing Month challenge (aka, write a 50,000 word novel in 30 days.) The organization that promoted this event, and connected writers who were crazy enough to participate, folded in the spring. I was worried that November without NaNoWriMo would... Continue Reading →
I spent an afternoon cutting out cardboard for a tower for my Princess and Pea miniature and got a shock. I already knew that the tower was going to be big. Like three-and-a-half feet tall big. But knowing it and seeing it were two completely different things. The wall of the cardboard tower is 36... Continue Reading →
Last week, I actually got back to work on “The Gift of Sensitivity,” my Princess and the Pea diorama. It was yet another reminder that before I make an acceptable miniature, I’m going to make messes and fail. My challenge this week was making a miniature basket by hand. I started on this back in... Continue Reading →
