What I've been up to...

Well, I've been at the playhouse (my home away from home), helping dress Maid Marian before she whisks on to the stage and into the arms of her beloved Robin Hood.  Another fun thing about being costume helper is that I get to help with quick changes, which in this show involved helping my friend Hannah change from the poor young girl Anna who's just been murdered into the executioner.  It was fun.  The whole show was excellent; I only wish I could've been onstage rather than in the dressing room, but heck, I got to help. :)

I read The Fall of the House of Usher by Edgar Allan Poe the other night before going to bed.  Probably not the best thing to read late at night, but it was a delicious little chiller.  I rather like Poe, at least what I've read so far, which is Usher and a few of his poems.  I am now reading Shiver by Maggie Stiefvater.  I like her writing style, her use of metaphors, but I am finding the story itself to be a bit lackluster.  I'm a little over halfway through, though, so I'll keep going at it.  While on the topic of shape-shifters, Mistwood was an interesting little read, full of surprises.  But Timeless and Percy Jackson and Ella are still my faves of the year.  

I have had sudden bouts of inspiration these past couple of days: at two in the morning I had to sit up and write some song lyrics; the night before I wrote a whole poem called Emptiness; in the middle of church this evening I was struck with a beautiful melody in my mind. Of course, it was mid-sermon and I couldn't just run out of the building so I could hum it out for memory.  I think Vivaldi ack-chellay did that at certain points in his career, flying out of church to jot down sudden bouts of genius.  But I was a good girl, so now I've lost the melody.  Maybe, in the future, it's gonna come back, it's gonna come back around.  I love you Ingrid Michaelson.

Okay, so here's the poem.  I do not write this from experience; only from warnings I've received.  Sorry it's kind of a downer; I'm going to start writing when I'm hyper so I'll have more cheery pieces.

Emptiness

Painted fantasies of youthful dreams;
O, why is nothing as it seems?
Beauty seen through maiden veil
Now to the naked eye looks pale.
Enticing apple in early light,
Bland on my greedy tongue at twilight.
Who promised flower gardens lush?
Or hearts fulfilled?  Or carpets plush?
'Twas but mental imagery;
Cruel desire thus hath led me
To all of my vain hopes depress,
To wallow in the EMPTINESS

Okay, now I know there was something else I was going to write about...oh yes! I just remembered.  I saw Where the Wild Things Are for the first time last week.  It was quite thought provoking, but a visual delight as well, in my opinion.  There was a lot of emotional tension.  ("This is really emotional! *fans self*)  Oh, and of course there was Bob and Terry, the two snowy owls. That made me happy because I love owls.

Well my dears, I must close now; I've a dentist appointment in the morning so I must needs get to bed. 

Love,
Lady Caroline of Rohan