Dear Dear Diary
Tuesday, May 22, 2007

A story so inspiring, you will cry.
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Monday, May 21, 2007

The Loremaster sat back and took a long pull from his wineskin. “Now, Tyrrae N’Tyl, Second of House D’Ner in the line of Tartulos, can you tell me the name of your Queen?”

Tyrrae shook her head. “No, I cannot.” She bared her arms for all to see the darkness of her skin compared to their paleness. “It is true about being dark skinned however.”

She gave them time to marvel at her skin. “My eyes are protected right now, because it is so very bright here. I invite you to call me Tyrrae. It’s easier to say than the entire mouthful.”

She turned her attention to the Loremaster. “If you would like, I would tell the tale from our perspective, of what I have learned of the founding of our city.”

The Loremaster nodded. “That was what I was hoping you would tell us, among other things.”

Tyrrae closed her eyes and recited the text she had been taught in her school days as she was expected to recite it.

Once, all was darkness, until the darkness took the shape of a spider, and her name was Liloth.

In the distance, Liloth could hear a voice crying out for help, and curiousity drove her to follow the voice. A young woman was crying for her lack of children in a grove long abandoned to the darkness. Liloth approached the woman and offered her aid, for she was prolific in her children and might welcome the challenge offered. The woman accepted blindly without making terms, for nothing comes for free.

The woman was already a Queen of her own people, but Liloth made her a Queen to Liloth’s children. Liloth bit the woman, and her eggs swam through the blood to her womb to help it quicken with life. The next time she lay with her husband, she conceived of a child and Liloth’s children shared her womb with her son.

Liloth had let the woman return to her people after their bargain was struck. As Liloth was made of darkness, in darkness she must remain.

But the Queen was of the light and in the light among her people she did feel her labor pains begin. Liloth’s children departed first, marking those around the Queen with the favored sign of Liloth or killing them outright from hunger. Those bearing the favor of Liloth could no longer bear the light, and fled with the queen back into the darkness, where Liloth waited.

She helped the Queen finish her birthing labor pains and delivered her son. She bit the umbilical cord and fed upon the afterbirth. When the Queen recovered, she wished to know what happened to her lord husband, and one of the newborn children confessed to killing him in its hunger.

Liloth spoke, “You will have no lord or master here, my queen. You will rule alone. Should you need the support of a king, you may perhaps wed with your son when he comes of age. Your people are here with you in the darkness, and our children shall protect them and aid them. You will carve a new existence with our people, and I will no longer be completely alone.”

And so it was. The spider children grew with special abilities- some were better at protection, some for hunting, some for spinning, and some for spying. The people grew and learned new skills and crafts, and learned to see in the darkness. And the Queen still thrives with her son and king, and her many children and the people have intermarried and grown.

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Here's the Seven Random things you may not know about me. It's a meme. Since no one tagged me with it, I'm not tagging anyone.

1. At the meeting of the moms for my wedding, my mother-in-law commented, "Congten! That's an unusual last name! Any relation to Archie?" My mom replied, "Archie was my grandfather." My mother-in-law got disturbingly enthusiastic. "My mom was his second wife! I lived with them through high school." At which point, mom recognized her. They dove into their archives and pulled out pictures of both of them at the same family reunions which stopped before I was born. No blood relation between us, but if there was, we'd be second cousins once removed. This was creepy enough to my sweetie to where he slept on the couch that night. (last name slightly changed for privacy reasons)

2. My daddy is a rocket scientist and looks just like Leonard Nimoy. We call him Spock, but it annoys him.

3. I've snuck onto the set of Deep Space 9 and pretended to have a drink in the bar, during probably one of the wildest dates I've ever been on in my life.

4. I went to France for lunch. (Living in London at that time, took train and ferry to Calais, found a restaurant, and made our way back- took all day).

5. I play Vanguard: Saga of Heroes far, far too much. I used to play EverQuest the same way.

6. Ask me anything about historical plumbing, and I can probably babble for hours and provide pictures. I can do the same thing with making booze... and cheese. See the Research Blog.

7. I've dressed in medival armor and beat people up for fun. (SCA)
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Sunday, May 13, 2007

How did last weekend go? Fairly well, and I wasn't ill. I started grumpy, and ended grumpy, but had a lot of good happy thoughts in between. Lovely part of the day sitting on a porch enjoying the sunny shade and view and company.

But it's spring now, Again, and while I have lovely memories of sitting on the roof of my parent's house outside my bedroom window enjoying the lilacs and singing to the moon when I could not sleep, lilacs unfortunately give me a headache now. I like so much better the idea of climbing out on the roof with one of the cats and just stargazing (and the back porch is *perfect* for this) but the heavy scent of the lilacs gives me a headache and then I just end up sad. I miss it. I miss it a lot. I miss being able to go out into the garden and arrange where the plants go and picking what goes where and what I want to harvest later in the summer. So spring, instead of being that happy occasion where the world wakes up, is a time I mourn the lack of perfumed air.

And it's not like I could smell the flowers much- it's spring cleaning time so everyone in our suburban area is hanging their smelly laundry (why do the cheapest detergents smell the most?) and cleaning their houses. I don't dare take a dog for a walk because I don't know where to run to escape the scent cloud. It can be terrifying.

I'm depressed because I don't want to hate spring.
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This rather schizophrenic blog was started as a fictional blog, written by a character of a story. I've since taken it over for writing personal stuff I don't mind sharing with anyone who cares. I am also writing thoughts about writing and stories that move me.

Other places I go:
Georg's Research
Help local kitties
I have relatives. Be afraid
Blessed is the One True Tami
Tata the Bodacious
Obligatory Yarn Harlot
It is impossible not to love Sandi Wiseheart once you've met her
The Tsarina
Holiday Yarns
I like the name Twiggi
Who to blame for my sock addiction
Maybe the cleverest blog title
Romancing the Yarn
Why I read Romancing the Yarn
Get an ab work out with laughter
My Kitty Obsession
You meet the nicest people playing video games
I'm such a fanboi
One of my stalker targets
The other stalkee
I just love Josh (the cat)
Josh the Cat and friends
Pet politics
Pet Care
If I were a sheep, I'd be Delores
I live here now
Not Your Mama's Crafters
Make a Lily Pad

Anything not marked might be just me, Georg, posting as myself.

It's just this blog, okay? Some of it is story. Some of it is animals. Some of it is knitting. It's a blog.

For story #1, I do recommend starting from the beginning of this blog if you haven't read this before. Please start at the beginning.

I did mean it to be for - but I never got quite got it done under the wire.

Jeannie is the author/main character.
Frank is her husband. Poor man.
Tony is musician/singer.
Angie is a teenager, who was Jeannie's best friend. Now currently dead.
Honestly, there is no connection between Jeannie and me and Frank and my husband.

Story #2
Frank and Ether. This will be much weirder than Frank and Jeannie. I like the name Frank. No one expects a Frank to lie.

Story #3
A desert story. Anna is the main character. Currently there is only her little brother and an old servant, and a mysterious redhead.

Story #4
The necro story. A young necromancer heads off to the Hated Ones to find her trousseau.

Story X
Reserving this for one-offs, poems, etc.

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Marriage is love.

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