rosiphelee: (Cityscape)
I thought it might be rather helpful to have a masterlist giving some indication of where and when everything fits, especially as my WIPs are going up here, but individual pieces are still gathered on Elfwood. I've taken 2009 (the year of Tiger's birth) as Year 0, as more than one universe is involved, and date conversion makes my brain hurt. So, just for reference:

Chronicles of the Light )

rosiphelee: (Time and tide)
So, next Monday I have two whole hours with my one and only Upper Sixth student. Normally, I'd just carry on with whatever we were doing in class, but it seems to be a missed opportunity. It would be much more interesting to spend two hours doing something a little more unusual. I'm a Medievalist who can blag her way through Shakespeare and Victorian Literature, so our course so far has been very canonical - The Miller's Tale, Othello, Rebecca, lots of Wilde, Captain Corelli's Mandolin (his choice, not mine), a smidgeon of Gatsby, Arcadia, and my co-teacher has added in some Romantics.

But it's all very conventional, and there's so much else out there. I know there's great swathes of literature I'm not aware of (sadly, Beowulf isn't eligible). I know almost nothing of American poetry, for example (to my shame).

Has anybody got any interesting recs for something I could tackle in an afternoon? It needs to be written in English (not translated), be written between Chaucer's time and now, and fall under the heading of Love Through The Ages. It can be poetry, drama or prose, fiction or non-fiction. R is willing to have a go at anything I put in front of him (we've spent the last few weeks applying The Critic as Artist to Harry Potter) but is off to do art next year, rather than English. My fallback option is to do an extract from Wide Sargasso Sea (I wimped out of Goblin Market when I got to she sucked and sucked and sucked the more / Fruits which that unknown orchard bore).

Recommend me your cool and interesting literature of love :) *puppy-dog eyes*
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[personal profile] sweet_sparrow mentioned goats in a post earlier today, which reminded me that I'd never spammed you all with this set of pictures. This was a very early morning walk I did back in April, around the top of Cheddar Gorge in the Mendips in Somerset. The Gorge is, I think, the biggest in England, and I'd spent the day before exploring the caves (and yes, they do make cheese there - the caves remain at a constant temperature of 11ºC which is the perfect temperature for maturing cheese).

I left the hostel at about 6.30am, when it was barely light, and made my way to the foot of the Gorge. The afternoon before, it had been heaving with traffic and tourists. Now, not so much...

Misty Morning )

Hello 2012!

Jan. 1st, 2012 11:33 am
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Here's hoping it's going to be a good year, full of wonderful and unexpected things.

My New Year's Resolutions are a bit vague this year. I'm giving up on the idea of committing myself to anything specific, given my life is already creaking at the seams. I'm going to focus on being healthy, in the hopes that will lift my energy levels enough to let me do a few more of the many things I want to do. Also, no marking after 8pm .

On a less reflective note, a couple of fun reads. Both from the Yuletide fic exchange, but more meta than anything. Both apply the Tough Guide to Fantasyland approach to sub-genres of fantasy, the first to low fantasy and the second to urban fantasy. I thought some of you might appreciate the humour.

A Special Limited-Time Offer (1059 words) by Anonymous
Fandom: Tough Guide to Fantasyland - Diana Wynne Jones
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warning: Author Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Summary: It's the adventure you've been waiting for!

The Tough Guide to Fantasy Cities (2803 words) by Anonymous
Fandom: Tough Guide to Fantasyland - Diana Wynne Jones
Rating: General Audiences
Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Summary: You will not encounter any rustic taverns, bards, or bowls of stew on these tours! Instead, expect nightclubs, rock singers, and lots of gourmet coffee.

Right, off to actually finish my NaNo now that Christmas is over *stopped mid-sentence when she hit 50k*
rosiphelee: (Snow)
Merry Christmas to all who celebrate. The sun is now returning and it's a day to enjoy traditions. It's a mild Christmas here this year - I still have fuchsias and lobelia in flower and will be an exciting one for the family as it's my nephew Sam's very first.

But here, for tradition's sake, is an old friend to mark the season.

The Oxen

Thomas Hardy

Christmas Eve, and twelve of the clock.
"Now they are all on their knees,"
An elder said as we sat in a flock
By the embers in hearthside ease.

We pictured the meek mild creatures where
They dwelt in their strawy pen,
Nor did it occur to one of us there
To doubt they were kneeling then.

So fair a fancy few would weave
In these years! Yet, I feel,
If someone said on Christmas Eve,
"Come; see the oxen kneel,

"In the lonely barton by yonder coomb
Our childhood used to know,"
I should go with him in the gloom,
Hoping it might be so’

I hope you all have the Christmas you hope for :)
rosiphelee: (Miffed horse)
Imagine, for a moment, that it is 1993. Our scene is the centre of Reading, a large town in the Thames Valley. The town centre has been partially pedestrianised, but redevelopment has not yet started in earnest. The shops along the central road, Broad Street, are all chain shops - shoes, clothes, two branches of Boots the Chemist, a WHSmith. Just off Broad Street, things are tattier, awaiting the start of work on the new shopping centre which finally opened in 1999. It is mid-afternoon, not yet three, and the first wave of school children are making their way back to the bus stops and the station. This first wave is all female, from the local grammar school which has a compressed timetable and so finishes early. They're trailing into town, some straight along the road to head up to the station, others peeling off to take a shortcut over the canal and up the sidestreets towards their bus stops. They stop at shops along the way to buy sweets and magazines. A few of the older girls are digging cigarettes out of their bags, planning to hang around and wait for the boys' school to finish.

In amongst this crowd are two very earnest twelve year girls. Their rucksacks are stuffed with books and homework, heavy enough that they have both shoulder straps on, rather than carrying them casually over one shoulder. One of these girls is very neat, the other scruffy, but both have skirts which fall down past their knees (a terrible fashion faux pas - normal girls asked their mums to take their hems up as many inches as they could get away with).

There is a point in here, I promise )
rosiphelee: (Mermaids)
It's amazing how fast it gets dark. I've been sitting out here on my patio for a while. Five minutes ago I decided to go back inside because I was getting cold. It was so warm inside that I came back out, this time with my poor, overheating laptop for company. In those five minutes, late dusk has become full night.

It's been another still, sweltering day. Tucked away up here, it's not too bad, but I ventured out in search of fresh fruit and vegetables this afternoon. Down in the town centre, the streets smelt of traffic and dirt as if the pavements were sweating. Only the discovery of nice, plump peppers and sweet plums made it worth while (and, of course, two big plastic jugs to make iced tea in).

Later, I decided to venture out into the cool of the evening with my after-dinner glass of wine. I was planning to use the last of the light to read more about the Persian Wars. It was a beautiful evening, with the sky half-filled with soft, watermark blue clouds and half golden with the sunset. It was the sort of sky you half-think you could reach out and smudge with your hand.

As I was reading, I realised that the flicker I could see in the corner of my eye wasn't the security lamp on the side of the Conservative Club. It was lightning, so far away that I couldn't hear thunder.

Even after it was too dark to read, I kept watching it. No one else seemed aware of it. I could hear laughter and the clatter of plates from one of the neighbouring flats. A woman in high heels walked across the empty car park below. The man two doors down came out onto his patio and started pruning his hanging baskets.

I was the only one watching patches of the sky silently turn gold and silver.

The lightning has faded now, and I really am going inside, because there are suddenly specks of rain on my screen.

Edit: Hurrah for dancing in torrential rain! In the dark! *goes to find a towel*
rosiphelee: (Muse)
I've been working on the Chronicles of the Light masterlist today - it's now fully up to date and includes links to drabbles and snippets too. Doing that made me realise that I had quite a bit of writing which didn't fit into that list. So here, for the first time, is...

The Great Big Masterlist of Everything Else )
rosiphelee: (Nimbus)
Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four

Final part, so you're safe from spam for a while ;)

Title: Dandelion and Thistledown (4/4)
Words: 4471

Do not fear for me, featherling. If I should meet my death, it should be upon the wing, carried on the glory of the wind. It is nothing more than flying free at last. )
rosiphelee: (Nimbus)
Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four

And the third part, which mostly concerns Aylili's past. Also, to all feral children, a bath must come. ^_^

Title: Dandelion and Thistledown (3/4)
Words: 5675

The moon was full and bright and she could see the shadows on its skin. Dimly, she wondered how something so scarred could shine so brightly. )
rosiphelee: (Nimbus)
Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four

And the second part. In which Nimbus proves an excellent fishmonger, the bombardment starts again, and we hear of the fates of the Saisorhi of Isola...

Title: Dandelion and Thistledown
Words: 4973
Warnings: Again, alcohol abuse, anguish

Across the dying fire Nimbus sat shaking. His arms were locked around his legs and his wings were quivering, every feather shivering. )
rosiphelee: (Nimbus)
Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four

I still feel that this is my signature piece. It was one of the few I still had up on my Elfy shelf, and now that's gone, I wanted to put it up here. Apologies for spamming those who are already familiar with it. I'm doing a quick tidying job on it, mostly to fix continuity errors which have arisen since I wrote it. I didn't know very much about the Saisorhi back in 2004 (oh, blissful days!), so I got a few things wrong in the original version of this.

For those who've not encountered this before, this is Nimbus' debut. Aylili is a semi-feral child living on the rooftops of the besieged city of Isola, but when a mysterious and extraordinary stranger appears on her roofs, she begins to face her past. Featuring creepy nursery rhymes, roof-running and drunken antics on washing lines.

Title: Dandelion and Thistledown (1/4)
Words: 6010
Warnings: Um, drunkeness? Verbosity?

Witness the incomparable Nimbus, terroriser of children, scourge of the starving, harasser of the harmless! O, who will sing of the glorious deed! )
rosiphelee: (Default)
Yup, I just went for an amble through fandom again, and found another pretty meme for us all :)

Give me the names of two characters and I will tell you what character A thinks of character B. I might answer with a drabble, a quick bit of meta, or a list, just to make things that tiny bit more fun!
rosiphelee: (Wild Swans)
So, a book review, which I don't do very often, but I've got a lot to say about this one, especially as some of my reactions to it have kickstarted my muse in unexpected ways. I shall also warn you that parts of this review may sound unfair, because I found this book fairly amiable. My problems with it lay with all other things the author could have done with such promising source material. Spoilers within.

Title: Daughter of the Forest
Author: Juliet Marillier
Genre: Celtic Romantic Fantasy / Fairytale retelling

The Power of Silence )
rosiphelee: (Don't try this at home folks)
Happy Birthday to [ profile] annarti and [ profile] wispywillow! Hope you both had wonderful days and have a smashing year ahead :)
rosiphelee: (Default)
Title: Calculations
Words: 3144
Challenge: The revisionist challenge!
Notes: Done! Total length 15673 words! Haven't managed anything that long for a while :)

Part One Part Two Part Three

They had to duck under the flags to climb onto the stage, and when the wind blew the ends of the banners flicked out to smack their backs and shoulders )
rosiphelee: (Miffed horse)
Title: Calculations
Words: 3686
Challenge: The revisionist challenge!
Notes: And more! I decided that I wouldn't go to bed until I'd finished this. Unfortunately I didn't actually get going on it again until midnight, so I'll probably have to renege on that promise (although, to be honest, how much point is there in going to bed now? It's past dawn)

Part 1 Part 2

As she gazed out of a window high in the palace, she caught a glimpse of auburn hair and a blue shield in the courtyard below )


Jul. 7th, 2007 11:26 am
rosiphelee: (Spanish Galleon)
I'm trying to settle on a profession for a character, and I'm beginning to suspect that the one I've chosen may mean different things in different parts of the world, which could create confusion.

So, to check, in your part of the world, what items would you expect a haberdasher to sell?

(I would expect buttons, ribbons and trimmings for dressmaking)

Addendum: Oh, and to make this useful for others, here are some of the mottos of the Livery Companies of London. I rather like the Makers of Playing Cards'.


Jul. 1st, 2007 11:35 am
rosiphelee: (Thinking of the sky)
Happy birthday to three fine people, two of who I've known for for twenty-one years and the other of whom I've only known a month.

Happy birthday to my sister [ profile] liquorice_eyes, my brother Will and to Jon ([ profile] jamidget)!

I hope you all have a great day and a fabulous year to come!
rosiphelee: (Default)
Title: Calculations
Words: 4418
Challenge: The revisionist challenge!
Notes: And it keeps on growing. Most of the original cast have decided to come and play. More ex-Mary Sues to come in part three...

Part One

There was no fear in his face, but she was sure they schooled them in stoicism at the academies. )


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