holidays
words penned in a quick but agile hand…
I promised myself, upon starting this journal, that I would not make certain mistakes. One of those being not to let the act of recording Life interfere with Living it.
So. I’ve been busy. Joyous, and truly appreciating how very, very blessed I am.
To write anything more, ‘twould be mere details. And there’s so much more living yet to do…
Snow and Roses… and photographes
Shhh… she’s still asleep… but the photographes tell the tale…
Champagne and the Silver Screen… and photographes
Shhh… the Lady is deeply asleep (read: passed out) on the couch of dark leather, with a soft satisfied smile on her face. There are the mingled scents of snow and roses and champagne in the room, and photographes spread all over the floor. Clearly, it has been a good weekend…
Caledon Studios Opening Party / Book Launch
The Muse dances in a world of sepia and silver: sparkling sequined dress white and shining, teeth, eyes, luminous. Hair a twist of dark colourless shadows. She stops in her dance and turns to you, striking a pose, flashing a brilliant smile (each tooth a flickering candle behind celluloid), and speaks…
… but you hear no sound, only the swelling music playing still, by a great monstrous pipe organ belching steam. A black card suddenly fills your vision, imprinted with letters of gleaming argent, five feet long and luminous:
HOORAY FOR CALEDON!
CATCH A RISING STAR!
COME TO
CALEDON MACHINEMA STUDIOS
OPENING PARTY
IN PENZANCE!
The silver Lady fills your vision again; now she is dancing with a surprisingly spry old man with bright white hair and a long black tailcoat; a quick waltz that almost syncs up to the music. They smile, joyous and confident and without a care, as only those in the kinetoscope pictures can be. They throw a handful of handbills at you… and somehow the room around you is suddenly filled with them, fluttering through the air like confused birds. You pick one up:
You’re Invited…
Come feel the glamour! It’s an open set!
Walk the red carpet & dance with the stars!
Caledon Studios Opening Party
and “Sysperia’s Darkling” Book Launch
Friday 14th December ‘07
1pm to 5pm SLT – 9pm to 1am GMT
Caledon Studios, Caledon Penzance
Music by Duchess Gabrielle Riel
Dress for the Silver Screen!
howling into the wind
It is very dark. The Muse sings into the wind, night howling right through her. The words are not her own*, but they might as well be. You cannot see her face, because you know, with the instinct of prey, not to get too close. If you linger to listen, the wind will carry her words to you…
Tag Meme
The Muse, chilled by the season, curls up with warm company… scratching into a leatherbound journal with a quill pen made of an owl’s feather, while the snowkissed trees look silently on…
I have been tagged three times now, by Miss Emilly, Lord Zealot and Miss Kiralette… and so! as requested, eight (actually non-)random facts about me… (and by “me” I mean, Darkling/Róisín, as well as the writer behind… ALL of ME. This makes the exercise more meaningful to all who might read, as well as particularly difficult for me to write…)
I do hope that’s alright. If you tagged me and want to squawk over that… squawk.
Too Wild for Human Consumption
The page that got the book thrown at the wall:
