Tuesday, November 29, 2016
Is Lucy good or bad? How will she affect Sarah and Elijah? Just who is she? And, most important of all, what does she want and why.
This story feels like a piece of tapestry work--missed stitches earlier have to be inserted so as not to be an obvious alteration.
So, along with creating my Christmas cards for this year, and creating polished gem-stone jewelry for special gifts, I will be editing my previous chapters in order to weave in the presence of Lucy.
Keep Calm, Vivra--and Carry On.
Out in the middle of the water, with one oar and left up to whatever current there is, Sarah points out the lake seems to end up ahead, but there are no signs that it actually goes anywhere, "like an infinity pool", Sarah points out. It does look as if their boat, with them in it, will simply "fall off the end."
Elijah realizes he will have to get out of the boat and push it toward the bank, since the only oar isn't helping keep them on course. Sarah closes her eyes. She hears the splash as Elijah climbs out of the boat; but when she opens them, he has disappeared...
The apparent end of the lake is coming closer. What happens at the end--does the water end? Does the boat, with Sarah in it, simply drop, as a waterfall over a cliff? Why can't she see anything beyond? And how did the thick, white, fog envelope the boat so quickly--now she can't see anything at all.
Saturday, October 22, 2016
So with so many tales about so many strange things, I've had to make more plans than I wanted. I've tried to get them both "on the same page" (pun intended) but so far that hasn't happened, and I'm getting the strange feeling that I've lost control!
Their latest experience has left the two of them in an abandoned shack on a weird and mysterious body of water. A young woman they met earlier in this particular day, told them she was from "their world" and an evil mad doctor had kidnapped her toddler daughter, in order to force her by blackmail to hand over some object about which she has no knowledge. Apparently he is the cause of the mutants they've been told about.
Before the young woman can give them directions to where the mad doctor lives and conducts his experiments, she runs off, leaving Sarah and Elijah to figure out "where they go from here".
Abandoned shack. Photograph by Tony Marshall, LRPS
Wednesday, August 17, 2016
Unfortunately Elijah discovered that Sarah had taken her phone back and had destroyed it. So Elijah and I surfed the Internet and found photographs that he said were so like the ones he took, it was uncanny. I have included a couple with this post.
They are a product of Windell H. Oskay, founder of Evil Mad Scientist Laboratories, and the site www.evilmadscientist.com, and if you're interested (and it is a great site) you will find the pictures in an archived post, about which I will say something at the end of this blog.
Because of Elijah's information about Sarah not telling me the absolute truth about their experiences in the parallel world, I will have--and have had--to go back almost to the beginning of this story; well, at least to the chapter prior to them falling down the hollow tree into Lostererth. I need to change quite a few things...but that's what writers do.
Now, about Windell Oskay's post in which the attached photographs are shown. First--believe it or not, the items in the specimen jars--yes, all of them--are edible (can I hear a 'yeuch'?) His archived article explains they are composed for Halloween, and it's amazing what you can do with simple food products. I hope you will explore the site for yourself, and check the archives for the post on October 19, 2011, 'Halloween Cuisine: Sweet or Savory Specimen Jars", it almost appears quite evil, the way he makes ordinary food look, well--inhuman!
Here's another of Windell Oskay's 'experiments'. Are they human fingers? Sure look like them. You will have to visit www.evilmadscientist.com to find out where they came from and how they got in the jar.
If what Sarah and Elijah saw in that freaky fun house room was anything like these photographs--no wonder Sarah doesn't want to remember!
More news about Ravenwood in a few days...
KEEP CALM AND CARRY ON--and remember, Can't never Could.
Monday, August 8, 2016
It's been a while
Tuesday, April 5, 2016
Me: Sarah, you mentioned to me that, in the beginning, you did not want to visit England, and certainly didn't want to stay there. Yet you lived there for the first 9 or 10 years of your life and were happy. What caused you to grow to dislike it after your mother took you back to Texas?
Sarah: My mother. Even though I hated her for taking me away from my home, and for her lifestyle (with which I did not agree), she was a very persuasive person. She told me in no uncertain terms, just what she thought of England and the English. She said it was a miserable, depressing, cold and wet place, always damp and smelled of mould. She described the English as a "nose-in-the-air" race, unfriendly and unkind to foreigners. Over the years I lived with her, I began to believe her description.
Me: Why didn't you want to have your boyfriend, Steven, accompany you?
Sarah: I wanted to tackle the reunion with my childhood on my own, in the privacy of my own mind. I remembered being happy and remembered my Aunt Emma as being sweet and caring. My father was stern, but he doted on me, and I was genuinely sorry that he died. I also wanted to find out, by myself, how he died--an accident, Aunt Emma said in her letter. But was it? I also wanted to discover my roots, and why my mother kept telling me I was a witch.
Besides, Steven is NOT my boyfriend. He was just a friend, a very good friend, but I was definitely not attracted to him in a romantic way.
Me: You said Steven 'was just a friend'--was? What happened--is he no longer a friend?
Sarah: Aha, you'll have to wait and see!
Me: So, tell me about the predicament you, Elijah, and Jane found yourselves in.
Sarah: Okay, I'll tell you just a little--for now. You see, we were on the track of the woman who's toddler had been kidnapped by an evil person. She (the mother) supposedly possessed something the evil person--the Mad Scientist, I suppose you could call him--wanted. He held the child for
ransom--the item he wanted in exchange for the child. The mother set off without knowing what she was getting into, to save her child. She had to be found before she got to the land of the Mad Scientist, where she would surely die (gasp!)
Anyway, Jane and Elijah came up with a rough map of the route to the Mad Scientist's lair, along with the obstacles they would encounter. The first was an innocent-looking lake that housed mutated dragons. The had to get across the lake. Elijah was all for swimming, but I'm deathly scared of water and can't swim--so I suggested a boat. The problem was--we didn't have one.
I knew where we could get one--and that was our first obstacle, getting it from where I'd seen it. To find out more, you'll have to wait until I recount the adventure...
Me: Oh boy, I can't wait to write about that.
And so the interview ended. Now I'm off to my draft to see how much of the story Sarah has left for me and about the boat--did they acquire it? How? What happened? Did it get them across the lake? Did they fall afoul of dragons? Mutated dragons--are they any more dangerous than normal fire-breathing dragons?
All for now, readers.
KEEP CALM AND RULE BRITANNIA
Friday, March 18, 2016
I'm very fond of my Blogspot blog, and now I find I can include it on my WiX web pages. that will be good, because then everyone I want to see them can see both together. At least that what I understand. I'm not going to add more to this today. When I see what and how it's all happening, they I can work wonders!
See y'all soon.
KEEP CALM AND CARRY ON
Tuesday, March 8, 2016
My problem was ('was' because now I think it's fixed) my plot came to a fork in the road, and it wouldn't take the one I wanted it to. I wanted Tolkien and was getting Alice in Wonderland. After discussing the problem with writer friends who are more experienced than I, I'm taking their advice and letting my characters lead me where they may.
At this point, Sarah is about to enter the amusement park again, though she goes kicking and screaming (metaphorically speaking.) Elijah taunts her that she's not the brave Texan she claims to be, so she has to prove him wrong. Besides, she's the only one who is thin enough to accomplish the task at hand.
If their plan works, they will be on their way, hoping to rescue a friend, cross the stinking Brimstone Lake populated by Dragomonsters (dragons unable to breathe fire and banished to live out their lives on the sulphur sanded lake bottom.)
Will our fearless duo, along with Jane, Sarah's great-great-ever-so-many greats, grandmother (in human form, but a beautiful White Raven in the alternate world of the Corvids) be able to rescue the Dragomonsters from their imprisonment in Lake Brimstone? Will the rescued, and once again fire-breathing, dragons be grateful? Or will they remain angry and bitter against their enemies, which they think includes Sarah and Elijah?
What lies on the opposite side of the lake? If Jane is to be believed, the mutant results of a madman's experimentation; a cavernous world of beautiful but poisonous crystals; and the madman himself.
More news in the next few days, if I can get my friends out of their first dangerous encounter.
Wednesday, January 6, 2016
Sarah and I are so glad Vivra agreed to write about our experiences--they were strange, to say the least. Anyway, let me introduce myself properly.
I'm twenty-two years old. My father was a Gypsy--a true Romani, not one of those fakes known as Travellers that make nuisances of themselves,setting up camp and leaving litter in places where they are not welcome. My father called them Diddicoys--fake Gypsies.
Mother didn't like the Romani life, and father wanted her to be happy, so after I was born they settled into life in a brick and mortar house. After my sister was born, however, Dad became restless and rejoined his Romani family. At the time of Sarah's and my adventure, he was living in a shelter home, being too old and crippled with arthritis to continue the Gypsy life.
I knew Sarah way back when she was about eight years old, before her American mother took her from Ravenwood back to Texas. I'm pretty sure she doesn't remember me! I'd been spending the summer with my dad, in the vardo he still owned at that time; there was some big Romani gathering up in Scotland and we were on our way there. We'd stopped, as we had many times before, to camp for the night by the back entrance to Ravenwood Hall. Sarah's father was always good to us, turning a blind eye when dad surrepticiously acquired a chicken for our supper. I used to go up to the Hall and try to sell wooden clothespins. Sarah's Aunt Emma would always buy some, whether she needed any or not!
I think I've said enough for now. Vivra should be back again tomorrow. Who knows maybe I can talk Sarah into posting something one day.