Sunday, August 26, 2012

Writing UPDATE - HENGE

I'm sitting at my computer, listening to Japanese Traditional music, French pop and everything in between as I pound out a new story, one that has been bugging me for a while. Inspired by some of my obsessions, this story will be about a werewolf who visits a teahouse and the woman who owns it. I'm not really sure where this will go but I am having way too much fun writing it! Details will come as I figure them out myself. Happy Writing!

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Friday, August 24, 2012

First Lines - Children of the Albatross by Anais Nin

"Stepping off the bus at Montmarte Djuna arrived in the center of the ambulant Fair and precisely at the moment when she set her right foot down on the cobblestones the music of the merry-go-round was unleashed from its mechanical box and she felt the whole scene, her mood, her body, transformed by its gaiety exactly as in her childhood her life in a heavy nightmare to freedom by her winning of a dance scholarship."

Sunday, August 5, 2012

Book Review - The Double by Fyodor Dostoyevsky

Whenever I want to escape from the silliness of the world and dive into serious and pondering matters, I always turn to a Russian novel. Ever since I read Crime and Punishment several years ago, I have been mesmerized by the force of words used by the Russians in how they overcome every struggle that they face. And sometimes, I will also face a novel that causes me to question, leaving me with doubt that also satisfies me. That is what Dostoyevsky’s novel The Double was all about. The crux of the story is about a forgettable man named Golyadkin who discovers that he has a doppelganger, one that is not only just like him but eventually takes over his seemingly boring life, leading him down a dark road that leads to a conclusion that is both terrifying and yet necessary. Although The Double is a short novel, Dostoyevsky does not disappoint in asking these questions: Who am I? Am I truly me? What is Man capable of accomplishing and destroying all in one breath? The story, of course, does not answer these questions yet merely toys with them and later adds more questions to question the first set. The Double left me with a puzzled look on my face and yet I felt grateful that I was able to witness one man’s fall from grace handled literally well.

Wednesday, August 1, 2012

All About The Goth Librarian

Just for fun, I thought I'd make a list of random bits of things you may or may not have known about Kimberly B. Richardson, also known as the Goth Librarian. Ready? Let's go! - born in Columbus, GA yet proudly calls Memphis, TN her home - has a weakness for kittens, puppies and baby sloths - discovered that she has Irish blood - first apartment was truly haunted - has a morbid fear of "escargot" - Halloween is her favourite holiday - the B. does not stand for anything; her mother thought that her name was long enough - once stepped inside of a true fairy ring and hasn't been the same since - is a junior mycologist (studies mushrooms) - is a junior lepidopterist (studies butterflies and moths) - wanted to be either a paleontologist or an archaeologist when she was little - is an only child - her car is named Malachai - a piece of her soul does live in New Orleans and she gets to visit it from time to time - actually laughed all the way through the movie House of 1000 Corpses - sniffs books before purchasing them - once saw a coyote standing in her parking lot of her first apartment - is badly addicted to cherries, so much so that she will make herself sick while eating them - all of her female characters in her stories and books are based off her personalities - her favourite flower is the orchid - loves Spring and Autumn - fell in love with her male character in her upcoming novel, The Decembrists - once told a werewolf that she had a crush on him - thinks author Ian McEwan is the God of Literature - was initiated into the Goth scene by way of the movie Fright Night - met Dacre Stoker, living relative of Bram Stoker - loves to watch clouds drift by in the sky. And finally, she is me. Thank you.