Sunday, April 15, 2007
Elizabeth Goudge

Just been talking with a friend who was mentioning how she was brought up on the stories written by this lady, when she (the friend) was small.

She read me some extracts, and I look forward to reading more. The author wrote with the joyous aspects of human imagination. We also talked about "The Water Babies" and other books that we read as kids, and how certain bits of books can fuel an imagination for ages. I suspect that the waterbabies one probably influences my love of underwater scenes. And Aquaman too - when I was a teenager! But hush! ;)

I've recently slapped together another image from that vein - here's alink below - if I can make it work! (if not, I assume it's floating elsewhere around this entry.)

We also talked about the oddities of the world and the people that walk in invisible spaces (make of that what you will - it is a hard conversation to describe!)

I had something that was no doubt terribly profound that I wanted to write, but I have since forgotten it - clearly it was too profound for the likes of me!

Posted by Kirstin Wright 2007-04-15 11:54:59

Tuesday, February 13, 2007
Finding Emo!

Emo - "that" term again. No, I won't bash it any further, but I will send it up in numerous ways. Random thoughts...

Finding Emo: Arollicking goodtale about a little black and white clownfish with a fin withered over one eye. It swims and swims towards the shore, the waves cast it onto the sand and it dies. Underscored by "woe is me" music track of choice.

Emoks. Small bearlike creatures with a long fringe. They DONT DANCE TO HAPPY TWEE MUSIC. You are not welcome on their planet.

Tickle Me Emo: A dismal looking muppet that cries when you poke it.

(My apologies if I am way off the mark here! I believe it used to be known as "Angst", which sounds better. EMO. (Emotionally My Opinion) *grin*)

I like Ella Fitzgerald. Ella Fitzgerald rock(ed)s.

What else? Oh yes. The digitalisation of the Old Norse Glossary is now halfway through the H, and I am still picking numerous variants of a, e, i, o, and u, out of my eyes.

Posted by Kirstin Wright 2007-02-13 07:06:37

Saturday, January 6, 2007
Interminablenet

Hello lovelies. Well, it's another impossible hour of the morning, simply because I seem to be existing in it in a wakeful state.

The pixies are shifting the sun and stars around me as I type. What has 2007 been like to me thus far? Pleasing in the main. I've been drawing, that is good. I went snorkelling over the new year, that too was good. Enjoyed that movie "The Prestige", and viewed the second Pirates of the Caribbean movie within the last 12 hours. I like movies that cast me off into speculation and daydreams. So, a good start. The imaginaries are goin about their own business, and I've just removed the cookie jar from one little enthusiast.

Woke up this morning feeling quite cheerful really. Wondered what hobby I should indulge in this year! Sorely wish there was a trampoline somewhere in the vicinity that I could jump on - I loved trampolines when I was smaller. I think that all office places should have a compulsory jungle-gym, swings, and trampoline for the workers to play on in lunch breaks. Although there could be a bit of a scramble for the tramp. ;)

Had an interesting conversation with a friend re. the describing of imaginaries - he said something to the effect of "I couldn't bear to have my imagination on display" (I think with regard to how he feared other people might react, how they might find him weird or something.) It's something I never gave any consideration to, in the construction of characters, as I view my characters as being quite separate mentally from my own thought processes. Of course there are going to be influences, but they are them and I am me!

I should look again at doingthat exercise of "imagining oneself as one's own character (without excuse or reason)", whereby one only sees the reality (activities/appearance, etc)and not the "invisible" (mental workings).

Anyway, Happy New Year. And I have returned to the transcribing of an Old Norse glossaryonce more. I am about to start on the words beginning with H! (Wheredo they find all those vowels from?!!)

Posted by Kirstin Wright 2007-01-06 11:34:59

Sunday, March 19, 2006
Small sadness

No, nobody died (touch wood!), but the very day after the scholarship applications closed (which meant a potentially exciting week of waiting to see if I'd made the cut), the university I applied to sent me a "sorry, but.." letter. No uni' space = no scholarship, as all applications had to be made prior to scholarship submission. Getting that letter the very day after, when things were going to get exciting... it was like being mentally kneecapped!

So naturally I was a bit sad about the whole thing, what with all the preparation work and time I'd put into it. Is this what it feels like for those of you who have had rejection letters from potential publishers?

Fortunatly it's not the end of the world. I spent a good portion of this morning painting, and am happy that at least I can put my savings towards a decent home computer (and even a fast connection?!) instead. And I'll still be in NZ for my good friend's wedding so that's good too.

Anyone want to swap weather though? ;)

Posted by Kirstin Wright 2006-03-19 06:45:08

Friday, March 17, 2006
Nooblie Sprockets

What the World needs Now, is Love, sweet Love, La-la-la-la-la-la-la

Bollocks! What does the world want with that? What it needs is to be left alone, for some recuperation from humanity. What are we? Smurfs? I don't think so.

Too tall, maybe blue enough, certainly with our share of silly hats. Okay maybe we are smurflike, and maybe we can stay. But for the sake of fornicatiory words, why do people throw litter out their car window? Why are there such morons who think nothing of dropping their crap on the grass, on the beach, on the side of the road?

The only interesting spin-off I can see is a bunch of archaeologists two thousand years from now, using our litter as a means to define where we travelled and what we did when we got there.

"Johnston, Look! I have unearthed a complete and uncrushed plastic receptacle, and there appears to be a residue ofsome substance within"

And scientists replicated the brewing process of Coca Cola that was done by the ancients in the year 2006.

Posted by Kirstin Wright 2006-03-17 17:24:31