But they can’t ever touch her, their disapearing Queen…

Sunday, June 21st, 2009
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I’ve been on what one might call a bit of an Arthurian kick lately. I’ve always had a thing for Arthurian Myth and it’s never, ever managed to disappear so… well it wasn’t the most surprising of “developments”. It was, I supposed, rekindled by my recent viewing of BBC’s Merlin. I haven’t seen the whole of the first season yet and it does tend to make me wince and occasionally yell at the tv screen because it’s oh so very different to the myths or the earlier stories I’m so familliar with. Even different to some of the more contemporary retelling’s I love.


On the other, less fussy hand? It make me smile, most of the time. It’s made me want to cry a little… but mostly because I’m attaching back stories and histories from the myths I’ve read.


Morgana gets me, in particular. Somehow it seems that as long as I’ve known the stories that Morgana (aka Morgan Le Faye, Morgaine) has been my favourite. She’s often portrayed badly, the witch, the sorceress, the bad egg or Arthur’s incestuous half sister.


That might be true… but I like the version of her that’s formed in my head over the years. She’s far from perfect, but she isn’t evil either… and she is deeply, madly in love with Arthur. Yet, never is there a time during which she and Arthur (who loves her back, in my hardly humble opinion) get to be together. Even though most people consider a union between them wrong, anyway. I suppose no one ever wanted to give them a chance.


And Morgana is never meant to be Queen.


It’s the nature of the myth, the tragedy that is Camelot… that for all it’s sunshine and love there is deceit and forbidden love and pain. Proof that even the best place on earth will never be perfect.


I wish, dearly, that the cost for this happiness didn’t leave one of my favourite characters high and dry.


I also wish that my version of her wasn’t sitting in my head with my muse and demanding that I write stories about her… because they keep coming up short of something I want to share… and that is what I want to do, eventually.


For now, though. I’m working on posting my poetry up… for all it’s imperfections it is mine, and I’m willing to show it, even if it’s only bones. Check it out, Projects > Poetry Corner

21.06.2009 Characters, General, Writing 4 Comments

From the Writer, With Love…

Saturday, March 21st, 2009
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I’m bored. I feel like talking to by characters, and of course my blog cops the semi amusing result. If you don’t know who someone is, feel free to ask. Yes. I have too many women, get over it. :roll:


Angelica, I know you’ve been abused and tortured and had your heart, body and mind basically ripped in two. I know you think Incubi make for interesting pastimes, and that you don’t believe in underwear anymore… but seriously, chickens are harder to get than you. I also know you pretty much mean nobody any harm, except perhaps the new Rex wannabe, because he annoys you, but seriously. Mia should not be allowed near Gerard at all. He will find something to do with her that will make you kick yourself later. Also. You should probably listen to your friends more, they love you.

Mia, honey. Hit your cousin[i] with a baseball bat for me, please. Don’t give me that look. I know you love her, but she’s wretchedly blindsighted… but I suppose you are, too. What am I going to do with you?

Uhmn, Raina, sweetheart? COME BACK TO ME PLEASE. Moondust is rotting in the wind. Seriously. This isn’t a fun way to have revenge on me for giving you a job at a bakery. It’s not like it’s a bad job, either… I mean yes there are mortals to deal with but that’s what happens when you let yourself get exhiled from Faery. No, that wasn’t my fault. Totally not. Ahem.

Now I know you have issues with distracting those in your Guard, Macha. And I know I happen to have made you after one of the Goddesses in my religion, but seriously. Forgetting/Not making time to have sex for three hundred years and ending up on an island alone with one of the very attrative and capable members of your guard… and then trying to make him feel better, which with the fey seems to almost always consist of at least naked cuddles and often sex and wondering how you let it happen, how you let something possibly distract you both… I mean, seriously, honey! It is plain to see as your hair is red. You like him. You’ll cope. You’re capable enough not to let him distract you when you’re working. Not all men are trash, y’know. Plus, fey sex? Shiney.

Heidi, sweetheart. Go jump off a cliff. It’s not that I don’t love you, but you put me in an exceptionally random mood and since you’re all crazy and prophetic it’s really not that surprising. Also, you’re more murderous than my Battle Goddess… and uh. You know. That’s not a good sign, even for a vamp.

Notes

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