Craft: Another Discussion on Process

CraftandWritingThanks for joining us for our second group chat about process! The four of us have been contributing to Cimmerian Tales for three months now and we have been inspired by a sculpture, a song, and a poem.Which was your favorite type of prompt and why?

Anne:  Originally, I thought my favorite prompts would always be the sculptures. Sculpture speaks to me like no other art form. Then we had some music prompts. I love music prompts! They’re my new favorite. As we learned from this month, poetry is my nemesis. >:D

Audrey:  My favorite was the sculpture. A lot of times when I write, I have picture in my head of a place or a moment that I want to capture so the sculpture worked really well for me.

Julie:  I’ve only done one image and one song prompt so far, and both of those were tough for me. But I’m not convinced that the poetry prompts are my favorite … they just come with more words that work into my brain.

Jen:  I find rhythm really helpful when building a story so I always have fun with the music prompts.

Anne:  Yes, the beat really seems to seep into my story. It’s like magic.

What story are you most proud of?

Anne:  Honestly, I’m always most proud of the one I’m working on right now. I’ve liked writing past stories, but I look back and know I can do better in future.

Audrey:  Nothing stands out as a favorite?

Anne:  Well, Dreesicle, I also have a problem with remembering things for longer than a week.

Audrey:  LOL. I see your point, Anne. I love my stories until I put them up and then I want to change a million things.

Julie:  I don’t know if there’s a story I’m most “proud” of. I still really like my Stars prompt story, and I was happy with the story that came out of Crystallize despite having no idea where I was going. I also like the device I used for the Loud Without prompt, but I’m not going to spoil it here.

Audrey:  I think the one that turned out best was “Mr. MacGregor’s Garden,” the flash piece I wrote for No Rules Friday in August.

Jen:  I love that flash piece, Audrey! I think I’m most happy with my Samothrace prompt because such a strong world came out of it and I can see it building in mind.

Anne:  Oh, please, let me have a trilogy of that world. No, a seven book series!!

Audrey:  Thanks, Jen. I loved your Samothrace one.

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Anne’s No Rules Friday (Poetry Edition)

A/N: I’m going into the vaults to share a poem this month. I wrote this when I was sixteen and wanted to feel grown up by talking about a thing I’d never experienced, which is probably why there are so many awesome clichés.

I.

My body aches for you.
It cries out to breathe
In your scent once again.
Fingers long to brush
Against tender flesh.

V.

I pray for nothing more
Than to see you burn.
I would gladly dance on
The smoldering pyre
Of my wasted love.

II.

While you hold her tightly
Naked against you,
I reach out for empty space.
I touch the cold face
Of Death, as you kiss
Her warm lips like Life.

VI.

Don’t ever come back here
With new promises
To lure me back into
Your dark filthy bed.
My heart is empty.
My love’s long expir’d.

III.

You turned me away to
Taste forbidden fruit
From another’s body.
Your little goddess
Lies where I once slept.

VII.

Under the moon’s cold light
You betrayed my trust.
I’ve become another
Fucking notch on your
Bedpost full of them.

IIII.

Crumpled sordid blankets
Attest to my sins.
Blood & sweat stain my sheets.
Innocence lost on
A sullied pillow,
And you without guilt.

VIII.

Still I desire you.
Your kiss burned my lips.
Sweet fingers bruised my skin.
Your eyes adored me.
I’m everything and
Nothing without you.

A/N 2: Poetry is a talent that I never have possessed. I would, however, like to point out the AMAZING symmetry and mathematics involved in this poem. Because math matters. Also, I love how I capitalized random words. “IIII” is actually how the Romans wrote “4”, and I was taking Latin at the time, so it seemed like a good idea. Please share your bad poetry with me. We’ll laugh. We’ll cry with laughter. It will be cathartic.

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Stay tuned for Julie’s No Rules Friday in two weeks.

Anne’s Book Club 02

Wuthering Heights by Emily Brontë (summary from Amazon.com):

Wuthering Heights is Emily Brontë’s only novel. It was first published in 1847 under the pseudonym Ellis Bell, and a posthumous second edition was edited by her sister Charlotte. The name of the novel comes from the Yorkshire manor on the moors on which the story centres (as an adjective, wuthering is a Yorkshire word referring to turbulent weather). The narrative tells the tale of the all-encompassing and passionate, yet thwarted, love between Heathcliff and Catherine Earnshaw, and how this unresolved passion eventually destroys them and many around them.

My Thoughts on Wuthering Heights and Other Adaptations …

Jen’s No Rules Friday

Lace

Maybe I need you,
But I’ve never needed anyone.
Little girls make up stories to keep the monsters from grabbing ankles clad in lace trimmed socks,
But monsters shouldn’t have pulled them onto her feet every morning.
I didn’t need them.
Just this week I was asked,
“But you weren’t with anyone all through college?”
No,
I was too busy being afraid of myself.
I was too busy knowing I was untouchable because my body was not one of willows and reeds.
My learning curve matched the line of my hips and I waited patiently.
Until you.
You straightened out the lines in the twisted way your fingers played at the angle of my neck stretching toward the lightning of your lips.
I’d never known falling until you pushed me over and over again and it was all thunder, longing for the flash.
I’d never known another as I knew your hands, how they knew mine.
I’d never known silence as comfortable as your heartbeat and mine crashing for an eternity of lips on lips.
I’d never known the comfort of your arms in the dark and I’d never known the clarity of walking with a spine that didn’t scream “hide.”
I never knew what I needed until I had it but I know I don’t want to find you shattered like I did that night.
I’ve been hiding my ankles under the covers even as my skin cries to be held by more than blankets.
I am invisible.
Maybe I need you.
Maybe I know what’s right.
Keep going.

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Stay tuned for Anne’s No Rules Friday next week.

Jen’s Cimmerian Tales Book Club

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I believe that every writer has that one author that made them see the light. For me, Maggie Stiefvater is that author.

Stiefvater is a NY Times Bestseller and author of the Wolves of Mercy Falls trilogy in which werewolves are anything but traditional. Her stand alone novel, The Scorpio Races, puts you right in the thick of a killer horse race, and her Faerie novels, Lament and Ballad, will have you believing in the lore of Irish magic and music.

She has, on numerous occasions, made this reader cry. Mostly because her characters are so entirely relatable that you can’t help but want to hug them or hit them upside the head. Her lyrical writing style is good at pulling you into her scenes so that you can see, touch, taste, hear every bit of it. Character driven and conflict dense, her books demand to be felt in a way that gets right between your ribs and pokes at every heartstring you’ve got. Which, in my opinion, is a good thing. You’ll laugh, you’ll cry, you’ll cry from laughing, you’ll throw the book across the room and then run to pick it up because you just have to know, and then you’ll mourn the last page because you want the characters to stay.

Her newest endeavor is The Raven Boys, a three part series that follows Blue, a psychic’s daughter. Blue’s destiny is to kill her true love with a kiss. She doesn’t think this will be a problem until she gets tangled in a rich group of reckless Raven Boys from Aglionby Academy, namely privledged Gansey with his good looks and questionable vehicle. Gansey’s quest is to find Welsh King Glendower with Blue’s help, but what they find is shrouded in magic, ghosts, and the things that walk in dreams.

Today is September 17th, which means the second installment of Maggie Stiefvater’s Raven Boys series, The Dream Thieves, is on the shelves waiting to be preyed upon by lovers of magic, prophecy, and smudgy little crows named Chainsaw.

“Loud Without the Wind was Roaring” by Emily Brontë Inspires Julie

Blue and the King’s Head

I.

I couldn’t go to her burial. I didn’t see the body.

She had run out on the moors, the skirts of her blue dress trailing, her feet bare. She left tracks through the heather and footprints on the mosses. It was foggy that day. Where she stepped, the dewy beadwork on the grasses was torn and scattered. The earliest spring petals were strewn.

At the earliest sign of spring these last years, E– came calling and we walked on the moor. She loved to climb on the rocks, cutting her feet but emerging standing at the top, her cheeks pink and the wind whipping her dark hair.

“Come up to me!” she cried, stretching out her hands.

But I waited on the ground, shaking my head.

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Audrey’s Cimmerian Tales Book Club

I love books. As children, we often become very attached to specific books that we connect to during special times in our lives. From Where the Wild Things Are to The Witch of Blackbird Pond, I was always on the lookout for a new book to love; some of my favorite memories are of discovering new books at the library or at Tattered Cover.  There is something about the promise of a good story wedged between the covers of a book that thrills me still, but it all started with my favorite childhood tales. So, I thought it would be fun to suggest some books based off of a childhood favorite of mine:

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“The Owl and the Pussycat” by Edward Lear.  I  like the Little Golden Books edition because I think Ruth Sanderson did a beautiful job with the illustrations.  As a parent, I enjoy reading from my old, worn copy to my child and have him delight in the same pictures that thrilled me when I was his age. “The Owl and the Pussycat” is a love story.  Where some people might see a silly poem, I believe the characters make some strong and daring decisions like running away and sailing the world together before (gasp) they are even married.  But maybe it was the only way to be together because I doubt Pussycat’s parents were thrilled about her falling in love with an owl, or a musician. They probably wanted her to settled down with a boring Persian banker or American Shorthair lawyer. If this book appealed to you as a young child, you may also like:

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